[Justine picks through the shimmering glass containers and picks up one with an amber liquid. She pours him a glass and turns to deliver it. Her hips sway as she steps across the room, her dark eyes leveling towards Clay as she holds out the liquor.]
I hope it's to your taste Mr. Young.
[Once he takes the glass she takes a seat next to him on the couch though she remains a careful distance away from him.]
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I hope it's to your taste Mr. Young.
[Once he takes the glass she takes a seat next to him on the couch though she remains a careful distance away from him.]