[Angela doesn't know what's hotter: knowing how vocal he can get at this moment or visibly witnessing the utter restraint he has to dig deep for to keep his mouth shut for once. It doesn't work all that well because the woman next to him is tapping his arm and asking him if he's okay while Angela's snaking her hand away, dropping the now soiled napkin underneath the table.
She herself is turned slightly away from Tony, shifting uncomfortably in her seat because in a snug satin dress like this, a sudden surge of wetness between her thighs can be a bitch.]
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She herself is turned slightly away from Tony, shifting uncomfortably in her seat because in a snug satin dress like this, a sudden surge of wetness between her thighs can be a bitch.]