[She kind of feels bad for the person in the other side of the booth, but it's been a few days. And stopping would be throwing in the towel to a challenge. A dirty, kinda kinky challenge. She presses her hips to his while loosening his belt, carefully tugging it undone.
She glances up to him with her fingers on the zipper, head cocked to the side as she slides further back on his lap- suggesting with a nod that she could slink down onto her knees. Or should stay where she is. She mouths "your choice" with a quirk of her lips.]