Agree

It's obviously a lie--you're not rich in the slightest--but the man's rippling muscles, predatory smile, and aggressive flirting style are shamefully turning you on.

"You're right. But are you willing to give me what I need?" you ask seductively, giving into your desires.

"If you can take it," he says, leaning in. "You want to do this?"

"Yes!" you say, barely able to handle your growing boner.

"Then get under the table. And leave your card here, I'm gonna want to eat."

So all he cares about is the card, huh? Not that you care--you're way to horny. Pulling the bright green card out of your pocket and leaving it on the table, you slip out of your chair and go underneath the table.

You crawl across the floor, and see his bulge grow. The sight causes yours to follow suit.

"Unzip it, baby," he says in a demanding tone. You squat on your knees, and reach out, fumbling with his zipper, exposing his bulging boxers.