Mina looked at him blushing deeply as he miss took her comment about dancing. She shook her head rather flustered. She boucned a bit as she jumped up a little to correct him. "N...no! N... no that way! I... I simply do dancing. Dancing in its own right I guess could be considered intimate but its really done in front of others not with them." She spoke softly looking a bit nervous as she found herself having no other way to put it. She couldn't exactly say it wasn't 'intimate' in some fashion, but at the same time she couldn't help but find how it could be taken in that fashion. She wiggled her rear a bit as she seemed a little bit timid in trying to explain it. "I... mostly danced in front of people for entertainment. That is all." She spoke nodding a bit nervously. The very though of strip dancing (despite being 'impossible' for her) only made her that much more antsy as she squirmed a little bit. The cursed suit really made the poor girl whimper out that it seemed so mean to her at the worst possible times.<br/><br/>She shifted a bit as she walked up towards him a little though keeping some distance. She began to roll her hips a bit as she felt that much more of a sexual thrill come up to her as her mind seemed only to find her dancing that much more sexual then it really was. Her hips rolled as she moved her body in front of him as her figure seemed to show off rather nicely from the moves. She moved a bit forward as she gave a slight twirl only to catch her heel on something again. She gasped out as yet again as if seeking it, her breasts landed right directly on his groin as she pressed her face against his stomach.<em>He won't ever hire me now...</em>She shuffled to get up as suddenly she gasped feeling as her cuffs tugged on her as it squeezed her up against him more. Her eyes opened wide as she realized just what it was. She whimpered softly as she hid her face shamefully against him. "C.... could you... p... p... please..." She softly stuttered only finding her next request that much more crippling on her chances for getting the job. "Could you sp... spank me... or do... s... something n... naughty like... m... my outfit won't l... let me move unless I do." Even with her face pressed against him, it was rather easy to tell how red her cheeks were feeling so shameful for having to tell a possible future boss that. She only felt like her chances at the job were blown now.