Jophiel

Angel couldn't take Mercy's attempts at being menacing too seriously. She smirked at the pink-haired cutie and slid her leg forward again, rubbing it against Mercy's own leg as she leaned forward to impale another piece of the woman's octopus. She pulled her fork back and moved it towards her mouth, then grinned and leaned back in, twirling the fork towards Mercy's lips. "Open up, chica~," she teased, waiting for a chance to slide the bite into Mercy's mouth, then she leaned back again, taking a drink from her glass.

"I wouldn't go bragging too much about being undefeated, Pinky," she continued, setting her fork and her drink down. She folded her arms on the table in front of her, rubbing her leg a little higher up Mercy's own as she stared at her. "Some people might see that as a challenge. Who knows, there might even be a former champion hanging around somewhere that might try to...wrestle your undefeated streak away. You had better be careful, chica. You wouldn't want to attract someone like that, would you?"

Mercy's eyes lit up again when Angel poked at her plate once more, but when the Latina turned the fork towards her, Mercy' was practically drooling. Being fed her favorite food by her Latina lover was too much. "Ooooohm!" She took the bite and squealed. She squeezed her thighs together under the table and lifted her leg up, sliding it along Angel's inner thigh and being quite naughty. The alcohol was definitely getting to her.

"I doooon't know." Mercy said, crossing her arms under her perky chest. "Maaaaybe a certain pinkette might not mind it if a certain former champ pinned her down." She teased, playing with Angel's words.

"Oooooorrrrrmaaaaybe, a certain former champion might be surprised at what a certain paralegal can do?" She raised an eyebrow. "Maybe she couldn't out muscle her, and maybe she's not as experienced at grappling, but maaaaybe, just maybe, she's got a few tricks to pull out on the champ. Maybe the champ might find herself on her back, down for the count in the end?"

As she was speaking, Mercy let her heel fall off of her foot and when she finished, she pushed her stocking clad foot between Angel's legs. Her upper body took a big, overly expressed bite of her octopus, chewing it nonchalantly like there was nothing going on whatsoever under the table.

Angel purred at the feeling of Mercy's foot running higher up her legs, and naturally spread them open a little bit wider as the paralegal teased at her. She lifted her fork again, and began to daintily bite at her food, mimicking Mercy by acting as if nothing was happening beneath the table.

"Oh, I don't know either, chica," she said, putting an almost bored tone into her voice. She leaned slightly forward as she spoke, just enough to make her sizable chest hang forwards, just enough to try and catch Mercy's attention. "I think a certain paralegal shouldn't get too full of herself." She looked down at her plate, purposely ignoring Mercy's gaze as she nibbled at her food. "I think a certain former champion would only end up on her back if she wanted to be on her back...which she might. You never know with people like that, but I'm certain she wouldn't stay down for too long."

She shrugged idly as she ate, stealing a quick glance at Mercy before dropping her eyes again. "First rule of the ring, chica. You never want to get too confident. Having an undefeated streak is great, but...you should stay modest, like I do."

Mercy pushed her foot against Angel's womanhood when she received the invitation. What started out as something a bit naughty was now a bit of an interesting little game. She continued to play it nonchalantly as she softly ground her heel against the Latina.

"The rring isn't the only place I'm undefeated, chica." Mercy teased, emphasizing her point by pushing her foot against Angel.

"Mmmmaybe a certain, sexy, Latina gets caught off guard and before she knows it she's a whimpering, moaning puddle." Mercy leaned forward and opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around her straw and sucking in some of her drink in a rather coy and sexy manner.

"Mmmmm...." Mercy giggled once she pulled away from the straw. "It's not bragging if you can back it up."

The Latina began to squirm, just a tiny little bit, as Mercy's foot pressed harder between her legs. She watched in amusement as Mercy sipped at her drink, sucking sultrily on her straw, and when the cutie finished her teasing, Angel leaned back across the table towards her.

"Funny," she said, keeping her voice quiet. "I'm not sure if the person in question really can back it up." She stabbed forwards with her fork again, impaling another piece of Mercy's octopus on it, but this time she popped it back into her own mouth, taking her time in chewing it up and swallowing it down. She then leaned back away again, turning her attention back to her own plate.

"I'm certain that this certain Latina would never be turned into a whimpering mess. In fact, I'm quite certain it would be the other way around." She glanced back up at Mercy with a sly smile, looking rather relaxed and sure of herself as she began to pick at her own food again.

"I'm quite certain that a certain Latina would just love to find out though, you know...?"

Mercy gasped when Angel poked her food. She then greedily gobbled up as much of her octopi as she could while Angel spoke. Once the Latina finished, Mercy swallowed and pushed her heel against Angel's womanhood once more.

"Yeah!" Mercy said with a gleam in her eye. "IIIIIII'm certain that a certain Latin deeeefinitely wants to experience life as a p-puddle!"

Mercy giggled and took a big drink. As she continued to rub at Angel, she smirked slyly. "Soooooo..." Mercy leaned back in her chair and patted her stomach. "I know I'm pretty full. What about you? Do you want to... get out of here?"

Angel finished her own drink, and returned a sly grin of her own towards Mercy. "I guess we can go, chica. I'm pretty stuffed myself, after eating all of that octopus."

She shifted a little more in her seat, squirming against Mercy's foot. "Sooo...where to next, chica~? What have you got in mind?" As if she didn't know.

"Eheh, toooold you it was the best!" Mercy chirped and took another sip of her drink. She then looked over Angel. "Out of here." She responded to Angel's question. "Uuuughhh, I was feeling like dancing tooo before I remembered how friggen hawt you are."

Mercy looked down at her table. "I... I guess we don't have to go to a club to dance though." Mercy said with a gleeful smile. "Sooo, your place or mine?" She asked, still rubbing the ball of her heel against Angel's womanhood.

Angel bit her tongue, staring at Mercy as the woman's heel rubbed in-between her legs. She shifted slightly more in her seat, but other than that she offered no sign or signal that Mercy's foot was getting to her. She couldn't deny her obvious arousal, but she could do her best to hide it from the pink-haired cutie.

After she thought for a moment, she smiled again. "Your place. We did my place last time, chica. It's your turn to have to wash your sheets, I think."

Mercy's eyes gleamed as Angel suggested her place. It didn't take long for her to ask for the check and get a cab.

Mercy's apartment was spacious but not luxurious and meticulously kept up. She liked to make sure things were tidy but it had been hard to contain herself in the cab and even as she pushed through the door and dropped off her purse on the kitchen table.

She spun around. "I can give you the tour, but I bet there's only one room you're interested in, hm?" She said with a wide grin. "Do you at least want a drink first? Some water or something?" Mercy asked, trying to at least be polite though her body language was clearly anxious.