“Mm, I have a crew, honey,” she said, before titling her head to look at him, smirking. “And of course it's not much of a game when I would win.” She stood. “I want to have a bit of fun, and you are the man most wiling to assist me,” she said, reaching out to dance her fingers up his chest. “Well, besides the men I pay of course.”
She pulled away, smirking before holding up a Molotov cocktail. “Any idea what this is, sweetie?”