"Do you not mind if I use your bathroom, Lillian?"
Veronica slowly stood up from her chair, eyeing Lillian, who nodded.
"Yeah, no problem. If you just go through that, you'll eventually find it on the side." She pointed and watched as her mother left, leaving her alone with Marionette.
Lillian turned towards the Assassin, glaring as she continued to feel her hand roam her leg.
"What do you think you're doing? My mother was right in front of us!"
Marionette smiled, resting her elbow on the table and leaning the side of her face into her palm. Then, she responded:
"You make it sound like you didn't enjoy it."
Her hand squeezed Lillian's thigh, then glanced down to her own leg.
She blinked at the girl's own hand, which was still on it.
"And you seem to be enjoying my own leg, as well. Being a hypocrite now, are we, Lillian?"
Lillian grumbled, "How would you like it if I suddenly popped my hand under your skirt?"
