[ Sinbad murmurs this in appreciation, his eyes one Aspen's face as he steps in close once more. Sinbad lets a single fingertip trail down along the dancer's shoulder, tracing the line of lingerie there against pale skin.
He doesn't miss that tremor, either. He doesn't think it's from the cold. ]
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[ Sinbad murmurs this in appreciation, his eyes one Aspen's face as he steps in close once more. Sinbad lets a single fingertip trail down along the dancer's shoulder, tracing the line of lingerie there against pale skin.
He doesn't miss that tremor, either. He doesn't think it's from the cold. ]
Nervous?