"Lady, you do not believe me, do you?"
'I do~' — Shaking her head Marianne answered, high in spirits.
"...! A moment, please... was that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"
'Mmm~ who knows~? I surely don't, kinky prince~'
Elegantly turning her back on him, she gently lifted her hand away from his touch to walk away. Inviting him with the rising doubt to follow her to eventually take a seat in the lounge.
And as she intended… The Prince heeded her dreamy pace. Much entranced by her beautiful playfulness that transcended her hush.
"... Do you not believe me?" — He walked behind her, joyfully. Receiving the soft shaft of her fragrance elevating his steps into floating ones. As once again he asked dazed by her motion.
"....."
'What do you think?'
