Chris followed Amanda's path towards the man who was chosen. He watched the interaction until his sister pointed his way. He couldn't take it anymore and swiveled away, going to the bar and ordering a drink. He'd need a few to get through the night. A man on his right smiled and looked like he was about to make conversation, or perhaps even buy his drink. Chris stared straight ahead, trying not to make eye contact. His elbows were in, but he tried to sit up straight; he felt like hunching over to make himself smaller, but of course that would not be good for his dress; he had no cleavage to show, and his dress would be in danger of slipping. He patiently waited for his drink, hopped off the stool and took a sip, looking at no one in particular. He felt more than just Kyler's eyes on him. It was nice, feeling like a sexy girl, objectified with men's eyes, but he had to remain focused on the one prize.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Chris nodded in response to Amanda's plan. "Then we make light conversation and try to head back to his hotel room. Or ours if we have to. Got it." He sighed, his raging erection pushing out at the tiny pair of panties. "This is going to be hard all night, thanks to you. Not that I mind. Just hope the guy won't mind either." He picked up his special training bra, twisting to hook it behind his back.