[There's a clink and a soft, sighed "ah" as she puts her martini--now significantly reduced--back down, then the rustle of bedsheets.]
Mmhm, hey, Huggy Bear. What're you wearing?
[Her voice is breathy as she cuts to the chase--maybe because of the laugh she's not really stifling. Or maybe because--there's the whispered zip of leather against cloth--she's half-lifted off the bed, removing her belt. She drops it to the floor with a clunk and bounces back onto the mattress, easing her phone into her hand.]
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Mmhm, hey, Huggy Bear. What're you wearing?
[Her voice is breathy as she cuts to the chase--maybe because of the laugh she's not really stifling. Or maybe because--there's the whispered zip of leather against cloth--she's half-lifted off the bed, removing her belt. She drops it to the floor with a clunk and bounces back onto the mattress, easing her phone into her hand.]