[She bats her eyelashes shyly.] You could just ask if you really wanted me in your lap, monsieur.
[But before Lighter can respond, Lesley moves to settle on her lap. It's a clumsy little effort as she straddles his lap. Either it's overzealousness or nerves, but she ends up teetering forward as she moves forward, a little squeak escaping her lips. It results with the press of her bosom right into Lighter's face.
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[But before Lighter can respond, Lesley moves to settle on her lap. It's a clumsy little effort as she straddles his lap. Either it's overzealousness or nerves, but she ends up teetering forward as she moves forward, a little squeak escaping her lips. It results with the press of her bosom right into Lighter's face.
The breasts are boobing.]
Oh! S-Sorry. I lost my balance a bit...