Frank held his breath, then smiled as he looked at the completely bewildered Mary before him, his eyes filled with interest.
Nobody had ever dared to do such a thing in his presence.
Now, as he watched Mary, who was clearly intoxicated, he was genuinely curious to see what she would do next.
Mary ran her fingers through her hair, then lowered her face. She looked down at Frank, and as she did, her tongue lightly traced her lips.
"Would you like a taste?" Mary's eyes, hazy, gazed down at the person beneath her, knowing that under normal circumstances, she would never make such a move on Frank. But now, under the influence of the drugs, she was no longer in control of her mind.
With her dazed gaze, she tempted the man beneath her, inviting him to dance with her.
Frank looked at this woman, akin to a poppy flower, and a smile formed on his lips.
Even under these circumstances, he still noticed that the man's gaze remained lucid.
