Talk to the stranger.

You step up from your booth after readjusting your pants and move over to the woman. She smiles, and she eyes you up and down.

"Enjoy the show?" she says with a wink. "To me it looks like you did."

"Hey, you did say you were going to give that back. You should honour your promise."

She snickers. "I rarely honour my promises, hero."

"Let's just give it back and be done with it. I think she's been humiliated enough..."

"You're no fun. I thought you'd be cool about this," she says with a scoff. "But you're boring."

She stands up from her seat, nearly bumping you away. She stands a mere inch from your lips and stares deeply into your eyes. You hear a familiar clicking noise, and then she whispers to you.

"Come and get it."

She takes a step away and places it between her perky breasts. It fits comfortably, being held up by her open cleavage. She smirks and giggles, moving to lean her rear back against the edge of the table of her booth. She stands there as if beckoning you to take the orb. You look her body over, and given your proximity, you begin to grow self-conscious about your own condition. Little does she know but you're magically feeling the sensation of being jerked, and with her luscious body so close and open to your touch, you start to grow worried.

"Why are you struggling so much? Are you nervous~?"

She noticed your fidgeting--fighting against the lust.

You reach out your hand to take it, looking only briefly to the struggling Yasmine. The orb is glowing. If you don't take it soon, she's going to climax again. But as your hand gets close, her own hand quickly snaps over your wrist and presses your fingers over her right breast. It feels incredibly soft and firm in your grip.

"Mmm. So daring," she teases as she pulls you in by the waistband of your trousers.

She stands up fully and presses her body into yours. She kisses you passionately on the lips.

She lets it linger for a lengthy moment, but it feels like an eternity. Your hand is still groping her breast, and her free hand is pulling you in by your back to tightly embrace her sexy figure. But she finally pulls away, though not before biting your lower lip on the way back.

"So, aren't you going to take it?"

Snapping out of it, you take the orb and she laughs loudly. You immediately toss it over to Yasmine. She fumbles around with it before finally twisting it back into position. The light fades with a click.

"You're so lame," Jaylee says with a roll of her eyes. She begins to watch towards the exit.

Her tight, thin pants do little to cover her perfectly rounded ass, which sways from side to side before she disappears.

You make your way back to your seat with a sigh. You look to Yasmine.

Without saying anything, she pockets the orb, lifts her food and water, and shuffles over to sit across from you at your booth. After she sits you look over to see a very noticeable wet spot where she was sitting.

"Th-Thank you so much," she whispers before dipping her spoon into her soup.

"It's no problem."

"Please don't tell anyone that this happened. That waiter p-probably thinks I'm crazy."

"It's fine, Yasmine. Don't worry about it. Nobody else saw. But, why did you have that?"

"I--..." she mutters before returning shyly to her soup.

"You really were going to use that."

She nods quickly.

"It's all right. Just be careful doing that. Don't lose your on button again, hm?"

"Yes. I p-promise I'll be safer."

"You like the danger of being in public?"

She nods again.

"Do you want to talk about something else?"

"Yes please."

The two of you converse for some time as you finish your meals. It was actually very tasty. In the end, you both start to feel more comfortable though Yasmine does have a lot to be shaken about. Eventually the waiter comes and you both pay. It's soon after that you decide it's time to depart.

Still trembling a bit, she walks up to you and offers you a shy smile.

"Thanks again."

"No problem. Have a good night."

"You too, John. Goodbye."

You go your separate ways. It's time to go home.