Dottore's arms snake around your waist, adjusting the position in which your hands held onto the pool stick. He pushed you slightly against the pool table, his breath hot on your ear.

"Here," he murmured, his hand grazing over your hip, "Pull the stick back a little bit."

A small grin formed on his face as his eyes glanced around the bar. Everyone could see Zandik with you -- when he definitely should've been with his wife. But he couldn't help it. You were just so tempting.