Striptease first

"Please have a seat," you tell Abigail before you sit on the edge of your desk.

"Thanks," she says. "Again, I'm not sure why I'm here."

"Would you rather not worry about that and just answer my questions, or would you rather worry about that and be very nervous and sweaty?"

"Well, of course I'd not want to worry about that and just answer your questions."

"Very well," you say. "Would you rather do a sexy striptease for me right here, or would you rather go outside and do a sexy striptease in the middle of the street?"

Abigail stands up. "I'll do it right here." She launches into her sexy striptease.

"Would you be OK with my filming this, or would you rather I live stream it on the internet?"

"Just film me."

You take out your phone and start filming her. She shimmies and gyrates as she strips to her lacey pink panties and white lace bra and finally until she's naked.

"Very nice," you tell her. "Would you rathe sit there with your legs spread while you play with your tits, or would you rather masturbate while you insult yourself?"

Abigail sits down, spreads her legs, and starts playing with her tits.

You smile.