Dance

I get off the bar stool casually and start racing for him. I start off casual but start moving in slow, provocative ways. I rub my hands across each other, going slowly down my arms, before crossing them over to my sides and onto my tits. I moan, drawing even more attention to myself as I cup my breasts in my hands. I smirk, hearing several catcalls and cheers from around me, as I work. I work my arms, then slowly down my sides and casually pull my skirt up a notch with one, while the other comes to right on my left hip. I pause in that posture, letting some of the crowd a better view of my ass and shaved bush, before continuing. I spin around slowly, my skirt rising as I move, giving everyone a better-than-normal view of what's underneath the hem of my micro skirt.

I go back to move my arms up to my body again, but this time up the back of my legs, until they reach my ass cheeks. With my skirt pulled up in Mack, I pause, enjoying the attention placed on me. I pinuete then, hearing explanations and excitement, accompanied by catcalls and wolf whistles, as I moved. I worked for my hands again, bending over into a crouching position, before working my way up again, letting my body remain bent over at the waist much of the time, making my body more exposed to those behind. I accidentally pull my top down, leading to my left breast becoming exposed in the process. Playing it off as intended, I continued to dance, even as my tit was exposed to the bar patrons. I saw a smile on the man who had offered me a drink, and soon I spin back his way, stopping in front of him. I take a bow, before saying slyly, "Now, how about that drink? I hear exclamations of cheers, and clapping as I say that, the crown realizing the show is officially over and returning to their own private conversations.

He nods and soon has another drink like the one shown to me before in his hands. I return to sit by him at the bar, his left arm already wrapped around me. I turn and smile his way, noticing the drink has a decent amount of **** to it, but not minding. We chat, and among other things, I find out that he is Ethen, and he runs a small artifactual firm downtown.

My attention returns to my drink, and I notice to my surprise I had already finished it. Just as quickly, I see it has been replaced by another.