Evelyn glanced over Amber's shoulder to the demon. "A 'real' lapdance?" What constituted a real lapdance, she wondered briefly. But she'd rather find out. "Dance away," she said with a wave of her hands. She was curious enough to see what this might entail, and relaxed enough that she was willing to be guinea pig. She smirked lightly, "His money." Evelyn gave Xander a pointed look, and though it was quick enough that he might miss it, that would be her tongue sticking out at him.
Thankfully Lyn has no idea that Xander hasn't selected some normal, friendly human stripper. She doesn't know how to tell a succubus from anything else. She didn't look different. Sound different. So far, she hadn't acted different. She really seemed nice. "This was your idea," Lyn said as he complained at having to do some manual labor. So he had only himself to blame.
When the woman moved in front of her, Lyn looked up at her, watching as if she were trying to memorize it. And really, she was. Mentally she took notes, and really, she had an unusual way of moving. When the dancer touched her, Lyn started to say something, but then looked over at Xander. Well. She hadn't quite rubbed all over skin to skin, so she avoided the light dusting naturally there.
When Amber's hands wondered upward and over her, Lyn shifted, feeling her throat tighten at the familiar but strange sensations of this woman's touch. She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath. So this is was a real dance? Oh, okay. Still, Evelyn kept her hands carefully to herself. She knew those rules well enough. Still, the woman had a deft touch that she couldn't deny was talented. Extremely talented.