Felicity jumped and squeaked as he turned away and punched the dresser. "Stop what?" She really didn't understand, "I can't be anything but me..." She stated if he was referring to her being a veela, though she was oblivious of the degree her charm was working. Then he stated he wanted her to go back to the front, and apologize.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, "Your one out of 8 people that know, please...don't make me go out there and admit to others the truth, let them think it was a drunken misunderstanding. Only people I absolutely trust know. Please, please!" She dropped down on her knees, hands clasped, tears trailing down her cheeks, but to him well she probably could be begging to suck his cock. "I'm sorry. Alright, I'm sorry for trying to blackmail you, for...for trying to seduce you." It was the oddest thing to ever pass her lips because she did such without ever really trying, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and she indeed to was desperate.

Desperate as her knees bent with her legs slightly sprawled and her back slightly arched. Pheromones wafting through the air hinting at unspeakable lust. Oh how she must want him, need him. Desire coating her tender folds as her bosom swelled in anticipation of his touch. Yes desperate for him to take her as he wished and defy all sense of reason under her silken touch.