Gloria waves back. She's wearing a long black dress with a cleavage cutout that exposes her midriff and an unadorned silver circlet. Her panties and her black purse are already sitting in a small basket by the side of the booth, leaving her pussy bare and in the open, framed by either side of her dark dress's skirt. Her neck is equally bare. 

"Good to see you," she says with a smile. "Want to come snuggle up?"

"Sure!" Persica adjust her glasses and sits down in Gloria's lap, plopping her head onto her shoulder. She's soft and warm and comfy. 

"It's good to see you in person," she chirps. "I heard from Leah that you pleated queen, so naturally I had to meet you. It's so rare to find someone willing to put a princess in her place." 

"Aww, thank you! It's nice to be appreciated." 

Gloria rests her hand against the side of Persica's hip and leans in and kisses the crook of her neck below her collar. "You're delectable." She nips tenderly, teeth barely leaving an imprint, and her hand comes up to Audrey's collar and slips one finger through her d-ring. 

Persica sighs and smiles, and leans more of her weight back against Gloria, wriggling in her lap. 

"Yellow," she says after a moment. "More snuggles first please?" 

"Of course." Gloria wraps her arms close around Persica and squeezes her. "You're really cute, just so you know. And I so want to dip my hand in beneath your sundress and feel you beneath my fingers..."

Persica lets out a warm mmm and nestles in close. "That sounds fun. Food first though? Or simultaneously, I don't mind."

"I already ordered peach hand pies for both of us. It's traditional, after all. They should be here any minute now."

Gloria casually gropes one of Persica's breasts while she talks.

"Sounds lovely." Persica lays her head back against Gloria's shoulder, then takes off her tiara and puts it in her purse. Her hand comes back out bearing a wand vibrator about the size of her palm, which she sets on the table.

A waitress in a low sarong and bikini top comes by a moment later and places a large plate with two small hand pies on it in front of the girls. "Enjoy your meal," she says with a bright smile. 

"Thank you!" Gloria smiles brightly, then kisses softly at Persica's shoulder again, pushing the collar of her sundress aside a little more. 

"Go on," she says. "Eat up." 

Persica picks up the hand pie and starts taking bites. It's sweet and buttery and rich, with the distinct tangy aftertaste of peach flesh. It's almost as good as the kisses that Gloria's inflicting on her shoulder and neck...

"Mmmmmm..." Persica sighs and grins. "Thank you, darling." 

"You mean your majesty, don't you?" 

Gloria tugs a little harder at Persica's collar, then picks up the vibrator from the table and thumbs it. It comes to life, trembling in her fingers, but the buzz is whisper-quiet. 

"Let's see if I can make you remember your titles a little better."

Gloria traces the vibrator slowly across Persica's inner thigh, but stops just shy of her sex. "Care to beg me properly?"

"Please, your majesty," Persica breathes. "Make your princess come."

"That's a little short of a beg, but you did use my proper title..." 

Gloria lets the vibrator dip in against Persica's crotch for perhaps three seconds, then draws it away.

That's more than long enough to draw a needy little moan from Persica's lips. 

"Please, your majesty... I need more stimulation, I can't come with just that little... Please? Pretty please? For your princess?"  

Gloria's lips quirk up. "Of course." 

She lets the vibrator settle against Persica's sundress-sheathed cock again, and this time she leaves it there.

Persica comes slowly undone, trying to keep her voice down so as not to disturb the other diners. Hot sighs spill out of her lips and her body tenses more and more, her thighs flexing a little. Even through the thin cotton of her sundress, the vibrator's bright and intense, rumbling against the tip of her cock with a firm, insistent buzz. 

"Close," she gasps after a moment, tossing her head against Gloria's shoulder.

"Go on, then, come for me." Gloria nips firmer against Persica's shoulder, while her other hand slips up to Persica's right breast and gropes it firmly. 

Persica comes with a needy moan, staining the fabric of her striped panties and her sundress with her peach-scented seed. 

She siiiiighs and settles in against Gloria. "Thank you," she says softly.

"Don't mention it. The vibe did all the work for me." 

Gloria smiles. "Well, the dynamic definitely works too. You wanted to talk about interests and so on?"

"Honestly, I could go for another round. And it's going to take a good thirty minutes to get these laundered and back..." 

She pulls a pack of wet wipes out of her pack and cleans up the remnants of her mess, then seals the soiled wet wipes in a plastic bag that goes back into her purse. The soiled sundress and panties go into the basket at the side of the booth; Gloria raises her hand and the waitress whisks them away. 

"You're gentle and sweet, as queens go. I was expecting you to punish me a little more before you let me come..." 

"Oh, you're that sort of princess. I see." Gloria grins and kisses the side of Persica's neck again. "I'd like to eat my pie too, so can you unsnuggle for a little bit? You could lay your head in my lap if you want." 

"Alright!" 

Persica lays down so Gloria can eat over her, and lays her head in Gloria's lap. 

It's nice. Warm. Soft. 

She drifts, a little.