Moving out of her skirt, she moved effortlessly to her feet, the fact that she wore stiletto heels didn't hinder her at all. Michelle moved in a straight line to the beat of the song up to Zevran, and slipped over his seat, straddling him and moving down, her lower lip pouted out just a little as she barely brushed against his thighs with her ass. She moved down just a little more as she reached his hips and kissed his jaw. She didn't want to say anything, because it would ruin her flow, and ruin his escape into whatever world he'd found himself in. It was just like every day at her old job.
Which made her wonder if she could find a day job around New Orleans without it being some sleazy backwater redneck strip joint.