The way she cocked a hip and arched her back slightly was pretty indicative that she wanted his eyes on her, wanted to meet whatever standards he was setting. Yeah, she was wearing her shirt too tight and her skirt too short, miles of caramel cream leg on display through her fishnet stockings. She took the clove though with a purred word of thanks and dropped into the proffered seat.
Then she got comfortable, lounging in the chair and reaching into her bag for a lighter, a little coffin shaped zippo. She lit the clove and took a drag then exhaled with a sigh. "Fuck that's good." she purred, then shook her head and looked up at him again. "Thanks.. and you are?"