Ask about her

You ask Anjali to tell a little about herself. Her dark daze flicks down to your crotch, then back up to the road; she smiles. You realize that stroking yourself makes the question seems a little sleazy.

"Well, I moved to Spurting Spent when I was nineteen.." she starts, obviously enjoying teasing you with the more boring details. She gestures to your paused hand and with a small grunt you start stroking again.

"I run small but fairly succesful boutique, selling my own clothing line and doing bespoke tailoring - mostly lingerie." As she gingerly enunciates 'lingerie', her voice turns breathier and there's a glimmer in her eye at the way your cock perks up. You wonder if that skimpy dress is hiding some of said lingerie, but either she's psychic or you're just obvious:

"Yes, incidentally I am wearing a little something I've made.." she casually pulls down the dress, briefly revealing black lace, before everything is neatly tucked back in and she drives along. If you weren't hard before, you are now. Conversationally Anjali continues: "So will many of other guests be at the party, if I'm not wrong. But I don't want to bore you with work details."

She smirks, obviously baiting you.