The two of you are seated at a cozy restaurant, enjoying a quiet evening out together. The soft glow of candles on the table sets a romantic mood, and the gentle murmur of other diners fills the room. Lucy, wearing a lovely dress that accentuates her curves, smiles at you from across the table, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously.

As you talk about your day, you feel her foot gently brush against your leg under the table. You pause for a moment, giving her a curious look. She meets your gaze, her expression innocent but with a hint of a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Without breaking eye contact, she moves her foot up, teasing your calf before letting it rest against your thigh. You feel your face heat up as she keeps her foot there, her toes gently rubbing against you. Lucy takes a sip of her drink, her eyes watching your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect she's having on you.

"Something wrong?" she asks, her voice full of feigned innocence, though the playful tone betrays her intentions.