She smiled and sipped from her glass. There was altogether too much of her sitting there, the broad expanse of thigh cradled in the insubstantial stocking and the garters with the pale flesh pursed and her full breasts and the sootblack piping of her eyelids, a gaudish rake of metaldust in prussian blue where cerulean moths fluttered her awake from some outlandish dream. Suttree gradually going awash in the sheer outrageous sentience of her. Their glasses clicked on the tabletop. Her hot spiced tongue fat in his mouth and her hands all over him like the very witch of fuck.
The scene describes an intimate moment between two characters, highlighting the woman's allure and the intense connection she shares with the narrator, Suttree. As she smiles and enjoys her drink, the vivid details of her appearance—her legs, breasts, and makeup—create a striking image of sensuality that captivates him. The language evokes a dreamlike atmosphere, suggesting that she embodies both beauty and an almost otherworldly presence.
As they clink their glasses, the physicality of their interaction intensifies. Suttree feels overwhelmed by her presence, captivated by the way her hands explore him, which evokes a powerful sense of desire. This passionate encounter reveals not just his attraction but also the profound impact she has on him, as though she pulls him into a realm of raw emotion and longing that is both intoxicating and transformative.
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