You flush with embarrassment but remain silent, your eyes lowering to the table in front of you. She reaches across and takes one of your fingers in her hand, guiding it between her legs. "Use this," she whispers, her voice husky and commanding.

As your finger slips inside of her wet heat, she moans softly, arching her back into the touch.

With every stroke of your finger, she encourages you to go deeper, harder; it's as if she's using your touch to heighten herself even further. You can feel the tension building inside her, and with a sharp gasp, she comes undone in a powerful orgasm that leaves her shuddering and spent beneath the table.

She pulls her hand away, licking her fingers clean before looking up at you once more. "Now," she says softly, "finish eating your breakfast."

The man smiles at you appreciatively and slips a few chips across the table in your direction. "As thanks for that performance," he says, "I'd like to take you back to my cabin later tonight. Perhaps we could continue our little... party there." He winks at you suggestively once more.

What do you say?

The man chuckles. "Very well then," he says, rising to his feet. "In that case, follow me." He leads you through the crowd of gamblers and sex staff towards one of the private elevators at the back of the room. Inside, he presses a button for the third floor - the private cabins.

The doors slide shut with a soft hiss, sealing you alone in the lift with him. As it begins to rise, what do you say or do?