In the evening while there were only hours for the State Dinner, Talia was lying on Arthur's bed, with a wide grin on her face.
"Can't you stop kissing..." she said with a slight giggle. Arthur noticed her jiggly bits jiggling as she laid on her back, holding the little puppy. Seeing that awesome scene, his throat went dry and his hands naturally wanted to squeeze them a teeny bit. But the dogs paws were all over her.
Hmpf!
Seeing the loathsome grin on her face, he scoffed and turned his face.
Look how happy she is with that dog! It can't stop licking her plump lips. If that dog keeps kissing her, when can he kiss his Iris?
"What are you doing with that smelly dog on my bed?" he asked grumpily.
If she wanted to play with the dog and not him, why is she here in his room?
"Why are you looking so forlorn?" Talia darted a glance at Arthur and sat up petting the dog.
