"Unless you wanna stand and put me on the table?" Annie suggested, though just staying put seemed like a great idea since they were already here and all pressed up together and didn't have to move more Starlight-branded crap to get in position.

She did have a tiny pathetic daybed, but that was a terrible idea, considering -- "I think we have to be kinda -- slow," she added softly, ducking her head to kiss Diego and renewing her arm's position around his shoulders. "For discretion."

Nothing less discreet than an audible rhythm from outside. That might be even worse than vocal sex noises.