Her face falls into an exaggerated pout at your response, and she crosses her arms beneath her breasts in mock disapproval. "Well, I guess that means you'll just have to teach me sometime!" She giggles, leaning closer to you on the bed. Her shoulder brushes against yours, sending a tiny shiver down your spine. "But for now," she continues, "why don't we talk about something more fun?"

Her eyes dart around the room, taking in everything from your bookshelf to the family photos on your desk. Her fingers begin to fidget with her hair again, pulling at loose strands as she tries to find something interesting to say or ask about. "So... how was work today?" She finally decides on asking, though it's clear that she'd rather be talking about anything else.

You sense a hint of nervousness in her voice, as if she's not entirely comfortable bringing up the topic of your job.

Her smile returns instantly, lighting up her face like a candle in the dark. "Really?" She asks, tilting her head slightly to the side as she steps even closer now, their bodies almost touching from chest to hip.

Without another word, Elsie slips past you and into your apartment. She moves quickly but gracefully, her hips swaying subtly as she walks. As soon as the door is closed behind you both, she spins around to face you again with an expectant grin on her lips. "So," she drawls out teasingly, "what do you want to do now?"