Ham it up!

You don't allow Mimi to **** you up. Still genuflected on one knee, you decide to get extra heavy with the silliness and go all in. The other girls might think this kind of thing is dorky, but Mimi seems to like this kind of innocent banter / weird roleplay.

"Nay, my lady, nay!" soaking your tone and mannerisms in historical drama tropes, you decide to play the part of a chivalrous knight. "'Tis I who must beseech you for pardon. For I was not told that I would be in the presence of a princess this evening."

One of the girls groans, not the good type of groan, either.

Mimi is shocked silent. She's got her mouth stuck open and seems frozen, like your web browser with one too many tabs open. It's an adorable look on her. "I'm afraid I would have dressed better, had I known." You wink and give the marvelous Asian girl a smile.

This knocks Mimi back into place. The gears in her head all seem to click and, even though her mouth closes into a frown, it is one of jest, playacting. She puts her hands on her thin waist and juts out her barely covered breasts, almost popping out of the corset-type bodice of her dress.

"Good sir knight," Mimi lights up, electrified. "You do me great honor with your genteel words. Your garb is quaint, indeed, but your manners are that of gallantry. You do not offend me in the slightest! I beseech you once more, stand, stand!"

You stand, fake patting the dust off a cloak that isn't there. Mimi is beaming at you with a pearly white smile.