She says yes, to her surprise.

John blinked twice, then said -- "Yes." This was a great surprise to everyone at the table, especially to John herself.

"What?!" Ariel shouted. "You do? Great!!" The blond motioned at the strippers on the stage, who had just set up a chair with fuzzy handcuffs attached to either side.

"Wait, wait-" John protested. "I didn't mean-"

It was too late. One of the strippers, the muscular black man, had already started over. He was dressed only in a black tong, his huge package clearly visible. His body glistened in the spotlight. "Hey girl. You're a bit-titted one, aren't you?" He reached out and groped one of her boobs through her dress.

John blushed -- her pale skin made her particularly susceptible to it. Another thing she disliked about her body. "Ah, I think there's a mistak-"

"YEAH!" Ariel yelled, a few too many drinks already under her (rather slim) belt. "HUGE tits!" She reached out and groped the still-free one.

"ARIEL!" John looked aghast. But the stripper just laughed, and took her hand.

"Come on," he said, "You could use some cock." He began to lead her towards the stage.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?!" John protested. But nobody heard her.