A small chuckle came from the red painted and parting lips as she was left with the imagery of a delicate pallet on this beauty in front of her. Easily, she could see it. A beautiful woman, just as Vivian was, sipping on wine. It was elegant, beautiful, and oh such a turn on. Juliet reminded herself to breath deeply before she continued. Logic engulfing her mind. Just because she was interested in this woman in front of her she still has to weigh the consequences of losing her job, or getting kicked out of the establishment. However, if anything did happened, she could already tell that it would be beautiful, amazing in every way, and, perhaps, oh so worth it. Still, there was one thing Juliet would never believe in and that was love. The need for companionship was always there, hell she was human after all, but the desire that had been growing for this one, not because of her beauty, but because of the depth she had within her soul, the bit about her wish to have a song published, outliving her, was truly beautiful.
"Your pallet, my dear Swan, cannot be any more perfect." She mentioned, assured that Juliet could handle the rough stuff and this Swan could handle the delicate and elegant sort of drinks. "Leave the hard stuff to me, beautiful." She mentioned, winking lightly. Her soft lips parted as she smiled,another chuckle surpassing her lips. "My dear, I'm more of an on top kind of girl. Surely, you mean to see me 'on top' of your piano?" She chimed, teasing the other lightly as she leaned forth, staring more so into the other's eyes. Testing her newly found boldness.