[ The flowers are quickly becoming an excuse, for the both of them. Juniper likes Ezio, he's fun and he's charming and handsome, and he's standing here with her, as easily open as he was on the boat. He is just- damnit, he's too hard for her to resist.
She decides to first give him what her picture had promised, so with a smile that fails to be entirely innocent, Juniper quietly reaches up, hooks her fingers in the bottom of her little shirt, and pulls it up over her head, dropping it to the floor beside them. Brushing her long pink locks back over her shoulder, she asks, ]
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She decides to first give him what her picture had promised, so with a smile that fails to be entirely innocent, Juniper quietly reaches up, hooks her fingers in the bottom of her little shirt, and pulls it up over her head, dropping it to the floor beside them. Brushing her long pink locks back over her shoulder, she asks, ]
What else would you like, I wonder?