She tilts her head to the side, curving her lips upwards in a Machiavellian smile. Taylor takes a sizable sip of her white wine and then walks towards you, with steps similar to that of a feline.

Taylor wraps a hand around your waist and looks down at you, with a mischievous and playful smile before tucking a strand of her hair behind her own ear, leaning against you and murmuring against your ear over the loud noise of the music. "Hey, where's my gift?"