"Not quite, WhiteFang. I win, you stop trying to get in my pants. You win, I will have sex with you. Once." She held up a delicate hand, her index finger pointed up in a '1'. Her cleavage bounced lightly as she thrust her hand forward to accentuate the '1' before letting her hand drop to her lap. She uncrossed, then recrossed her legs, the left now thrown over her right as she gave him a challenging look, one eyebrow quirked up.<br/><br/>She slid off the bar to turn around and lean over it, reaching behind it to pull out a small bin used for wine tastings; her curvy hips and fine ass were in the air facing him. She wiggled, trying to get over the bar more to grab the bin that was just out of reach, and her suede Mary-Jane pumps came up of the floor. She fluttered her wings to keep balance as she almost toppled over the bar.