Yes!

Pause... in the conversation laughter & smoke coiling to the ceiling she took out her powder compact dabbed at herself at first more to reassure than to make up. then decided to create a self. replaced her lips with fresh lips eager to be kissed. licked them lasciviously. Smiled (knowingly) to herself. She hid her smile in her compact mirror like a secret snapped shut with an amazingly loud click. a little dash of scent on the pulse of each wrist A little tantalisingly between her breasts. She adjusted the seam of a light green stocking straightened her pencil thin skirt. She knew she held his eyes prisoner mesmerised by each movement cutting through the silence. Underneath the table she put a beautifully manicured hand on his knee then slyly.. on his thigh. “Now, where were we? ”