Her panties

Valerie was taken by surprise at what Lang had said. He had given her a choice: to either reveal her face to him, or to give up the last bit of fabric covering her modesty.

She knew how dangerous it was to show her face to Lang. Criminals like him were wary of spies, and there was a chance he would know who she was. She couldn't take that risk, even if it meant humiliating herself in front of all these people.

She brought her hands to her waist, hooking her thumbs under the sides of her g-string. She pushed down until it rested just above the top of the stockings on her thighs. Once she got it down past her hips, she parted her legs and let it fall to the floor, kicking it away once it reached her feet.

"Hand it to me.", Lang interjected.

She had nothing to gain from not obeying him, so Valerie quietly obeyed. She bent over, picked up the garment lying on the floor, and walked over to him, palm outstretched.

He took it from her, and opened his jacket to put it in his pocket. Valerie's eyes narrowed as she saw what appeared to be a diary for a brief second. He stuffed her g-string inside the same pocket, and looked at her. "So, to what do I owe this pleasure?", he said.

Valerie's training kicked in as she remembered her goal - she needed to steal that diary. She could only do that if she was alone with him.

"Consider me an admirer, Mr. Lang.", she purred, her voice dripping with sexuality. "I've admired you from a distance for a long time, and tonight, I couldn't help myself. I had to meet you."

"Is that so?", he inquired, raising his eyebrow. She had his attention.

Valerie took a step forward, leaning so that her breasts were almost in Lang's face. She turned around, presenting her derriere, making a motion indicating she wanted to sit on his lap. "The truth is, the world of art can get tiring after a while. These days, I find myself fascinated more by the people than the art itself. What drives them, what they collect, what they...desire."

"How...exciting", said Lang. He let her rest her behind on one of his legs, letting her swivel so her legs were supported by the arms of the large chair as she put her arms around his neck.

"Would you indulge me? I want to know you better.", she said, her breathing becoming ever so slightly heavier. She bit her lip, feigning nervousness.

"You make a compelling argument.", said Lang. His lips interlocked with hers, as his tongue assaulted her mouth with sudden ferocity. Valerie was taken aback, and she let him direct the kiss. For almost a minute, they kissed, his arms roaming all over her body. She was only too happy to let him explore.

"Perhaps we should take this somewhere...private", she gasped once the kiss was over. In spite of the danger (or maybe because of it), her body was on fire. Valerie felt herself getting wet - she hadn't felt this aroused in a long time.

"Indeed we shall.", replied Lang. He gently stood up from his seat, helping her do the same. He put his arm on her waist.

"Follow me", he said.