"Oh, I can wait," she teased with a knowing grin, her hand moving back down to rest on his thigh again. "But don't worry, when the time comes, you won't regret it." Her voice was low and sultry, almost hypnotic in its promise of pleasure. Her gaze flickered downwards for a moment before meeting his eyes once more, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. "So," she drawled, "what kind of match were you thinking we'd have?"

"Oh really?" she purred, arching an eyebrow playfully. "And are you sure you can handle something so... big and squishy?" Her hand moved back up to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of her dress, squeezing gently. The soft, yielding flesh molded to her palm as she teased him with what lay beneath. "Or maybe you'd rather just watch," she added with a wink, "and see how I handle it myself?"