Not quite

Dana tried her best to gulp down the contents as fast as possible, but the mysterious man had the advantage. After all, his glass was almost empty. He had already stripped her defenses down - both mentally and physically. Fighting against the constant feeling of pleasure proved to be too much for her, and she ended her resistance and let it take her.

Several gasps burst from her lips as she choked on the liquid she was trying to drink. The feeling of ecstasy mixed with the coughing **** her to set her glass aside as she looked down. As she recovered, she looked down with equal parts fear and anticipation. She dreaded the embarrassment about to come, yet something else inside her welcomed the feeling and everything that came with it.

She saw the last remnants of her dress vanish, the strands of material around her thigh giving way and leaving nothing behind. It was finally over - all she had left on were her thigh-highs and heels. Her skin was flushed red and her mind was overwhelmed by desire.

Whatever the game that was being played, it was clear - she had lost.

Resigned, she looked up at the mysterious man, who smiled and beckoned her closer to him. She wanted to resist, but found herself powerless to do so. For the first time since she arrived at the restaurant, she slowly rose from her seat, revealing her full form to everyone around her. As she did, she felt like she had the attention of the entire place. All eyes were on her, and she felt the moisture grow between her legs, her body craving for a release from all the anticipation built within her.

She found herself too entranced to care about the reactions around her. As she walked towards the man, the world seemed strangely far away. The soft light of the surroundings highlighted her every curve. Her stockings enhanced the effect, providing contrast where they met her skin. She looked positively angelic as she made the journey towards the bar where the man was seated. She felt like she was floating on air. All she wanted was to be taken, and she didn't care about anything else.

As Dana drew closer to the mysterious man, she felt the heat rise within her. She felt like she was approaching a large bonfire, except the heat she felt was of a different kind. She came to a stop mere inches from him.

He took her hand and kissed it lightly. The old-fashioned nature of the greeting would have made her laugh, especially considering her state of dress (or lack thereof), but she was melting at his touch. Any resistance she could have mustered up was crumbling, fast.

"Hello, Dana. Do you pledge yourself to me?", he said seductively. Her body was screaming at her to give in, yet a tiny fragment of her mind still wanted her to resist.