"This might be a little more uncomfortable then," he says with what is a too pleased sort of expression. He takes a drink from the glass, puts it down on the low table in front of him, and then begins to open the paper bag. "Strip for me."

"I thought about offering you a little something to make this easier, but I'm not sure you deserve it just yet." He puts a small pack of aphrodisiac laced chocolates on the table.