[ Maybe she is impatient, but it's kind of rude to point it out! Wow! She feigns offense, then, leaning back and turning up her nose at him like the haughtier Fontainian ladies might do. ]

Oh? I would hope that my partner in this endeavor would at least be able to match my level of enthusiasm, monsieur.

[ But she drops the act as they stray deeper into the closet. He's obviously an incorrigible flirt, so she'll have to get used to that rather than rising to every little teasing comment. Instead, she pulls him down for more kisses, less reserved and more playful. The slot machine said they had to fuck, but it didn't say they couldn't fool around in other ways first, and she needs a bit of warming up before they do the deed.

Taking one of his hands, she guides it to the back of her dress where the corset is laced tight. He should know what to do about that... ]