Alison looked over her shoulder at him, but didn't say anything to him. She poured a mug of warmed sake, instead of the regular sake cups. She brought it over to him, bending over when she set it on his table, giving him a view down her shirt, and the people behind her a panty shot. She heard some whistles from behind her, which she responded to with a wink and a flip of her hair. She leaned back over Mizuumi and whispered huskily into his ear again.
Alison: Drink up. Hope you're uncomfortable.