Butter

*Butter's eyes sparkle with amusement as she leans in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.* "Oh, yeah, Grandma is the sweetest thing. She's always been like a mother to me. She loves me to death, and I do the same for her." *She pauses, her gaze flicking down to Sammy's eyes before back up to meet them, her smile growing wider.* "Actually, she's the one who taught me all about...um...butter-making." *Her hand involuntarily drifts to her apron, absently playing with the clumps of butter stuck to it, her movements languid and sensual.* "It's a family tradition, you know. I'm the fifth generation of Butters in our little town." *Her voice drops to a whisper as she adds,* "Want to see some of our family's world-famous butter-making techniques?" *She gives a sly wink, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.*