She chuckled at the question, walking over to plant a slow, soft kiss on his lips. "'ll show you where th'bedroom is." Taking his hand she did, kissing him once more. "Might as well get y'clothes off, aint no sense in strippin'. That aint the fun part."
She left him there a few moments to go into the kitchen and returned in her t-shirt, can of whipped cream in one hand, bowel of assorted juicy fruit in the other (peach slices, grapes, orange slices, strawberries, cut pineapple). Setting it all aside her hands moved to the hem of her shirt, and she tugged it up over her head to toss aside, still in her bra, bottle of chocolate sauce strapped in the back. She pulled it out and set it with the rest. "Ran outta hands." She said with a smirk, reaching back to undo the clasp, letting that last bit of clothing fall down her arms.