Bridget wasn't really aware that she needed to perform any tricks. She certainly didn't know any. None that would appeal to him in this state, at least. Though, she wouldn't let him know that.
Pushing away from him, she backed up and climbed off his lap to stand in front of him. With a wink, she moved her hands to the side of her skirt, pulling the small, hidden zipper down as slow as she could.
Then, she shimmied out of the material, letting it pool to the floor, until she was standing there in nothing but her black lace panties and bra.