Missy leaned up on her knees to give the bottle a spin. Her braid of thick dark auburn hair sliding off her shoulder and dangled in the air for the few seconds it took to twirl the bottle. Although, at just under five feet, she was probably the shortest in the room, her training and daily workouts showed under the "wifebeater" tee shirt, and slender well muscled legs stretched from her gym shorts. She grinned up at Raiga, her deep sapphire eyes snapping a little in the firelight.<br/><br/>"I do believe, dear," she started, her soft voice dulling the deep midwest accent quite a bit, " that Alaina shouldn't be the only nekkid person in the room." Her grin widened.  "I dare you to give me a combination strip tease/lap dance..." She sat back, her braid, red glints flashing in the firelight, took up its normal position, draping itself over her ample left breast.  She stood, smiling.  "I'll even make it easier and sit in a real chair until you're done."