Honestly, it appears

"Real talk?" Ceilidh mirrors. She meets your stare easily, given her height, but you notice she seems a bit nervous.

"I was going to let you take a look at the files and then suggest I crawl under the table to.. " she traces off, coyly biting her lip, "reward you for your help." The image sends a light jolt to crotch and you feel your pants tighten.

"Then I'd take you to the studio, with the big bed. And I'd ride an orgasm or two out of you." Her face is flushed as she describes her fantasy. She reaches for you, her fingertips tracing down the seams of your jacket. You meet her big blue eyes.

"Then when you're good and spent I'd take one or two photos of you lying there covered in our juices. Nothing too incriminating." her lips, you notice, are plumb and glistening and really not all that far away..

When she suddenly turns on her heel and walks up to the door.

"If that sounds like something you might enjoy, then come along."

..well you asked for honesty, now to decide what to do with it. Do you follow her, walk away or maybe try to talk her into something else?