Let's see those mighty fine Asian tits in the food court!

*tap* You waggle your eyebrows, grinning obnoxiously at my chest. I roll my eyes.

"Congrats!" I mock, pulling out my phone as it dings in my hand, tapping back. Level 3 pops up on your phone as cartoon-me bends over, cleavage spilling forth as she shoves her skirt down her legs until it fades away and she stands back up, panties just barely peeking out the bottom of her just-long-enough shirt. Two dollars becomes five.

I grab your hand, pulling it up against me as I lead you gently along to a nice little table shoved in a corner around behind the elevators. I sit down, glancing nonchalantly around us as I ever-so-casually shove my hands down my sides, my skirt slipping off down my ankles. I lift it deftly up with my foot and slip it into a garbage can just beside our table.

"Welcome to level 3, Josh!" I smile across at you.