[Sparing only a brief glance at her now exposed chest, mostly out of curiosity, Noiz chucks aside the towel that was draped around his neck. Both hands start working on undoing his tie and overshirt.]
You could give me a lapdance.
[Once he has those open and off, he pulls off the undershirt. Everything gets dumped into a damp pile. He glances around in search of someplace to sit.]
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You could give me a lapdance.
[Once he has those open and off, he pulls off the undershirt. Everything gets dumped into a damp pile. He glances around in search of someplace to sit.]
What about you, anything you want?