Just the usual

You order some simple bacon and eggs, then decide to call Ashley's bluff on whatever weird prank she's clearly trying to pull on you.

"And I'd also like your panties, I think. And your bra. To jerk off with, obviously."

Ashley takes your order down on her notepad, then reaches under her skirt and starts fidgeting. She's careful not to let her skirt ride up on her legs any higher than absolutely necessary, though.

"Here you go, for your collection," she teases, dropping some shiny satin panties on the table in front of you before reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra through the back of her uniform. "Hope you weren't hoping for a peepshow. I'm still on the clock, you know."

You have to admit you're a little disappointed when she pulls her arms into her top to work her bra straps off her shoulders, stripping right in front of you without exposing herself at all. Still, even the knowledge that she's removing an intimate article of clothing just because you said so has a tent forming in your sweatpants.

When her hands emerge again, they're holding a modest dark brown bra that doesn't match the panties at all.

"That's one of my comfiest work bras," she huffs, openly adjusting her now-loose breasts through her uniform. "I wouldn't mind having it back when you're done with it, but y'know. Whatever gets you off."

She drops the bra directly onto your obvious boner before rushing away to turn your order in. You honestly hadn't expected her to go along with that, so you aren't quite sure what to do with them now that you have them.