Casey watched as Adelaide circled the table and made her way to the couch. Her dress, not necessarily extravagant but no less a pretty shade of green, swayed as she took casual yet wide strides.
Casey swallowed and did her best to keep her gaze focused on Adelaide. It would undo everything if she looked at Lavinia and Adelaide followed her gaze.
Casey shifted on the couch, making room for Adelaide, before reclining into the woman’s grasp. She had only seen people in that club do this, and had never practiced it herself even after all the practice she had in serving herself to Lavinia.
Adelaide brushed Casey’s hair and smiled. “Comfortable, Casey?”
Casey, for her part, maintained the drunken facade and shifted slightly before nodding and exposing her neck. “Yes, miss. I’m comfortable.” She looked away, giving better access to her neck.
This position also let her look at Lavinia.