Eliot looked at Parker, fidgeting as Sophie fussed over her. She was wearing a push-up bra, and Parker usually didn't even wear one at all.
"You look gorgeous." Sophie gushed. "Now, there's a few more things we need to go over before you go in with Nate... At this end of the con, sometimes the men on the hook get a little..." Sophie hedged.
"A little what?" Parker asked.
"Grabby." Eliot growled.
"Ohhh..." she nodded.
"So, if he pats you on the bum, you-"
"Break his fingers." Eliot interrupted flatly.
"No!" Sophie scolded. "If she does that it will break character and wreck everything!" she said, tossing her hands up.
Eliot crossed his arms over his chest, and Sophie gave a long-suffering sigh, shaking her head at him. "Gently move his hand away." she advised. "Here, I'll show you. Nate, c'mere."
"What?" Nate asked, looking up at her from under his hat.
"Come help me show Parker."
"You want me to grab your ass?" Nate smirked, amused.
"Well... yes, just as an example to show her how to fend off and still look ladylike..." Sophie grinned at him.
Nate smirked at her, walking over.
"Now, Parker, he's more likely to do it when you're alone, and not actually looking directly at him, like this..." Sophie said, leaning against a counter in a sexy pose, pretending to study the stirrer in her drink. "Well? You gonna go for it or not, Nate?" Sophie asked impatiently.
Nate reached out and gave her a small pat. Sophie gazed coquettishly at him, her hand barely grazing his as she moved it off of her. "Don't..." she giggled, in a tone that suggested she'd rather he do it again, and more. "My boyfriend's just over there..." she said, gesturing vaguely.
"Well, maybe I should get a distraction for your boyfriend..." Nate suggested in a husky voice, his hand going to her hip, and sliding up her ribcage, his thumb just barely stroking the underside of her breast.
Sophie smiled flirtatiously, clearly forgetting she was supposed to be teaching Parker to "deflect" such attentions...
"Okay, that's it!" Eliot burst out, and looked at Parker, one hand on her shoulder. "Some asshole treats you like that, facepalm his nose, right at the bridge, and then stomp on his grapes when he goes down! Con or no con... Flirting is one thing, but you don't let him... touch."
Sophie and Nate cleared their throats, clearly embarrassed as they pulled away from each-other. Parker gave Eliot her most pleased grin, and he flushed, clearly a little flustered himself.
Parker leaned forward and whispered in his ear, cupping her hand to make sure only he could hear, "Maybe if you're a good boy, later you can... touch."
Eliot grinned at her, and then realized everyone else was around him and flushed hot red. "Ahem, ah, come on, Soph; we're gonna be late for the audition." he said, flustered, starting towards the elevator...