Aha!  It was somehow spiked and WAS something he knew about!  The Lady had found her right man... and this stuff was VERY potent, not even a full sip and she was going a little tingly in her extremities.  She'd have to be very careful...  but at his request she straddled him, mashing her own aroused junk against his, rubbing a bit as she got comfortable, her hands rubbing his chest and shoulders, all smiles the whole time.<br/><br/>"Mmm...<em>just</em>a pole 'dance'?" she purred, leaning in so her breasts were right at his face, rubbing against his hard cock a bit firmer "For a soldier like you, how 'bout I ride your 'pole' instead?  How 'bout you pull it out for me and I make that champagne worth your while, hm?"<br/><br/>Of course, she was - as if by instinct - steadying herself for something, focusing on his neck, his primary artery...<br/><br/>(OOC: Take Aim 3-times in preparation for a called-shot to the Carotid, to put him out instantly for a LONG time)