Yes, keep it romantic.

Though seeing the fuming gorgeous Gothamite is entertaining, let alone Kyle's near naked state in her skimpy bra and thong like panties, you do feel a bit guilty that her defeat is solely the result of your cheating. If it wasn't for that reflective window you would have lost and lost bad.

Standing up you walk over to your stunning date, who briefly glances at you and then looks back away. Crossing her arms over her chest she frustratingly raps on her forearm with her finger, “What?” She grumbles.

“Anyone tell you, you're adorable when you're angry?”

“Jerk!” She punches you in your bicep.

“Hey!” You playfully step back, “Hitting a guy who is about to spank you might not be the wisest thing.”

“Oh, I bet you're all excited about that!” Kyle proclaims.

“I am.” You admit. “I've always wanted to spank a woman and you certainly could use one.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Her voice is challenging.

“Well you still owe me a piece of clothing from losing the last hand and then there was that extra wager of you having to dance for me.”

“Fucking idiotic stupid wagers . . .” The raven haired beauty mutters to herself then exclaims, “It's a good thing it's your birthday or I wouldn't be putting up with this!”

“Oh, it has been the most memorable birthday of my life.” You honestly reply. “Thank you. But of the things you still owe, do you know what I want most?”

“That I get a whip?” She sarcastically quips back.

“No, that we dance.”

The anger begins to drain from her beautiful face and is replace with reflection, “Not that I dance for you and you watch, but as a couple? Like normal dancing?”

“I use to dance a lot,” you explain, “but it has been years and I have this special album that I was saving but could never find the right partner.”

“You're serious?” Kyle is nonplussed.

Opening a cabinet you take out an old record from 1946, "Linger in My Arms a Little Longer, Baby", and rip off its cellophane. You put the ancient vinyl on your old record player, turn it on, and after a few spins place the needle, and then walk back to Ms. Kyle.

“No man has ever asked me to go dancing before.” Your date smiles. “Let alone in my underwear.” She then adds with that wicked grin. "Is that why you haven't found the right partner, your bra & thong requirement?'"

“No." You gently shake your head, not wanting to mention the real reason. "But, I'm certainly not complaining about your current attire for this dance, or the lack thereof."

“Jerk.” Kyle hits you again, but this time it's more of a tap and with a tender tone.

Taking her by the waist and arm you draw her in close, and begin sway back and forth to the smooth husky vocals of Peggy Lee.