Ink looked over her shoulder as Lara made her appreciation known, feeling her pussy pulse at the sound the other woman made. She loved making people respond like that and took extra pleasure in putting on a little show. Her job was to make people feel good but it also served to stroke her ego as well. She knew she was a hot piece of ass and hearing people fawn over her definitely made her feel good.<br/><br/>"Oh yes. I'm very upset that I now have to dress you in a sexy outfit of my choosing," she said sarcastically with a little chuckle as she walked back over to Lara. "I don't even need to look for it. I know exactly what I want you in."<br/><br/>She took Lara's drink, holding it up and letting go of it with a snap. It disappeared, reappearing on the counter in her kitchen, safe and sound. Then she leaned forward, gently pushing Lara so that she was laying on the bed, her hands moving down over her chest. In the wake of her touch, Lara's dress began to melt away, replaced by red and black lace. It was a snug little number that hugged Lara's curves, nearly see through, like a leotard with a dipping neck line and complicated straps that came up to her neck, winding around it like a choker. While sexy, it was much more innocent than Ink's own severe looking garments. She was making it obvious who was the top and who was the bottom.<br/><br/>When the wardrobe change was finished, she placed her hands on Lara's hips, kneeling between her thighs and pressing her groin against Lara's. "I'm really glad you walked into my bar tonight," she said flirtily as she gently shifted her hips, rubbing her black pantied pussy against the red lace covering Lara's nethers.