Vayne smirks and rubs herself against you, feeling your growing arousal. "Oh, you're so forward," she says, her voice thick with desire. "I like that in a partner." She leans in even closer, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. "But let's discuss business first, and then we can get down to some serious pleasure."

With a sigh of reluctance, Vayne lets her guard down and gives in to desire. She wraps one arm around your neck, pulling you close as she kisses you passionately, hungrily. Her other hand travels down your chest, stopping just above the bulge in your pants. "So," she whispers between kisses, "what sort of terms did you have in mind?"