Fart Scenario

Ava let out a soft, throaty laugh, her lips brushing against his skin one last time before she rose gracefully to her feet. 

She smoothed her dress—a rich emerald green that hugged her curves and left very little to the imagination—her expression one of satisfaction and control.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Your Highness," she said, her voice a sultry purr. She leaned in, her lips grazing his ear as she added, "But don't think I'll be staying to bask in your compliments. There's a birthday to attend, and I know better than to be caught lingering in your chambers."

Enid smirked, adjusting his tousled blond hair as he watched her. "You're a dangerous woman, Ava. But you already know that, don't you?"