"Mmm," she mused. "Messy."
She slid off his lap without warning and immediately claimed another model's instead, this one broader, quieter, with the build of someone who'd played contact sports. She lounged sideways across him, head resting comfortably on his shoulder, legs draped over his thighs like she was testing furniture durability.
"Don't be shy," she murmured, lifting his chin with two fingers. "Your face is very cooperative."
She traced his jawline slowly, inspecting him like artwork in a gallery she was considering purchasing.
Blade had stopped pretending to drink. Razor had stopped pretending to be emotionally stable. Both were watching with expressions somewhere between awe and horror.
At one point, Shuyin had her legs draped over one model's knees while she reclined fully across the length of the couch, sipping wine as another gently brushed her hair back at her silent permission, his fingers careful and reverent.
