[Hilda chances a glance back his way, and—well! He is indeed looking, although there is something, ah, slightly puzzled about his expression. This fish is about to slip free from the line...]
Okay. Let's try a new approach, shall we? A practical lesson. [She slips her arm through Constance's before Constance can say a word, tipping her a wink before gently tugging her along.] Just let me do the talking.
[So over to the man they go! He seems rather flattered by this forwardness, truth be told, and Hilda is quick to do what Hilda does best: flatter him. Compliment him on his amazing outfit, because did he pick it out himself? The fit is exquisite. The cut of the coat really accentuates his broad shoulders, and—oh, listen to her go on. She asks for his forgiveness with a wave of her hand, saying that champagne just has a way of loosening her right up. Such a shame, really, that she sat her glass down somewhere and forgot all about it, and that her friend's glass is totally empty, because the bar is so far away...
And is it any surprise, really, when the man tells them to stay right where they are? That he needs another drink, anyway, and so he would be pleased to bring them new ones? Hilda fawns over him for another minute or so, thanking him profusely, but soon he's cutting through the crowd—and Hilda turns back to Constance, pleased as punch.]
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Okay. Let's try a new approach, shall we? A practical lesson. [She slips her arm through Constance's before Constance can say a word, tipping her a wink before gently tugging her along.] Just let me do the talking.
[So over to the man they go! He seems rather flattered by this forwardness, truth be told, and Hilda is quick to do what Hilda does best: flatter him. Compliment him on his amazing outfit, because did he pick it out himself? The fit is exquisite. The cut of the coat really accentuates his broad shoulders, and—oh, listen to her go on. She asks for his forgiveness with a wave of her hand, saying that champagne just has a way of loosening her right up. Such a shame, really, that she sat her glass down somewhere and forgot all about it, and that her friend's glass is totally empty, because the bar is so far away...
And is it any surprise, really, when the man tells them to stay right where they are? That he needs another drink, anyway, and so he would be pleased to bring them new ones? Hilda fawns over him for another minute or so, thanking him profusely, but soon he's cutting through the crowd—and Hilda turns back to Constance, pleased as punch.]
See? It's that easy.