"Could you? Really?" She asked, her voice disbelieving of the very idea. If he was another patron, she might have let him have the lie, just because, but with this one, she didn't feel as inclined. "I think you're lying, and not very well at that."
She leaned back then, fingers trailing along the back of the seat as she came around to stand before him. Her choice in clothing for the evening didn't leave very much to the imagination, but that was half the point anyway and didn't happen to be any different from any other night of the week. She liked the idea of customers being able to have a taste of what might be under all the material.
"It's all right, though. I understand," she smiled then, slow and seductively. "Now where would you like me?"