[Leering she can handle. Leering she's used to. It's definitely the preferable option when door number two is "furniture".]

You kidding? That was the whole appeal. It was either going to be interesting or great blackmail material. Wouldn't miss either for the world.

[She re-adjusts in her seat and takes another sip of her drink. Her body isn't something she has ever physically been ashamed of so the nudity doesn't bother her when the drink tastes as good as it does. Not like she's the only one so really, why bother hiding?]

So what's your poison?