"This is going to be a long tale," Eli said, only to reach over without warning and hoist her from her seat, placing her on his lap instead.
"Y-you!" Islinda had a stunned expression, heat rushing to her cheeks, "What do you think you're doing?" She tried to get down but Eli held on to her waist so firmly she might as well be pushing against a wall.
She glared at him but Eli declared innocently, "Don't think I have ulterior motives, no, this was done with your best interest at work. My lap would be the most comfortable spot to place your bottom on."
"It's not comfortable at all," Islinda told him, writhing like a fish out of water.
"Careful there, princess," Eli said with a strained voice, "I am quite sensitive down there."
"Then why keep me on your lap if you're easily aroused?!" Islinda wanted to cry out from the stress. He was quite a handful.
