[Snerk. How old are we, again? Ah never mind; she just stopped caring.]

Myself? A bit difficult; even for a woman of my talents.

[Anna suddenly brings her foot off of the ground; settling it right on the edge of the chair between Nero's legs. The absurd shortness of her nurse costume ensures Nero a rather interesting viewpoint of her legs and... higher.] Wouldn't you prefer that I put my mouth to much more practical use...?

[She tilts her foot forward now; so that the end of her heel could lightly press against Nero's groin.]