I look at Emma with lust. “Actually, it’s emberassing, but can you sit on my lap? It was always a dream of mine to have a beautiful girl to sit on my lap.”

Emma raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Oh really?" she teases, shifting her weight slightly as she considers your request. "And what would you do if I did?" Her tone is light, but there's a spark of curiosity in her gaze, and the atmosphere between you both thickens with unspoken tension.