Be coy.

You aren't sure if you can take the risk of something going wrong. Or you being too forward so instead you play it slow. Smirking at her instead of anything else.

"Perhaps." you say with a smile. Rachel sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Perhaps?" her hand trails up more of your thigh, "I'm not looking for perhaps Mister. I want a yes."

"Want -?"

"Want." she whispers in your ear. She's dangerous this one. Very dangerous. You clear your throat but Rachel still is leaning in, she reaches behind her and takes out her phone instinctly moving towards a picture she flashes it to you and just the brief seconds of exposure had your heart race.

"My god-"

"See? I'm not in the mood for perhaps, I'm in the mood for you eating me the _fuck _out." Rachel bites her lip and looks around. The bartender has his back turned not noticing the two of you so she stands for a second and unzips her pants. Lowers it just enough to show her womanhood. You've got the memo, coyness be damned. She wants you to eat her out.