With their reservation looming, she doesn't intend to linger but she's still got plenty of time to wind him up before dinner, especially when she so well knows how to push every button he's got. Her fingers immediately go to the fastenings of her corset, unhooking from the buttom, revealling snake heads peeking between the lace of her panties and her garter belt.

"I know you want to fuck me," she says, in the same bored, almost conversational tone that she reserves for dances like this at the club and particular moments at home. She knows how it gets under his skin.