Dexter was nervous as the pirate captain started to loom in front of him. Though he couldn't help but stare at Dirae's breast. It was like he was a helpless gazelle about to be taking down by a lion. He could only gaze hypnotically at her luscious mounds, but he snapped out of it when she looked down at his pants. Quickly he closed his eyes and moved his hands to cover his shame. It was too late however she had already seen. "Well, I should really be going now." He said nervously. As he tried to stand up and gather his clothes to make his escape, but it wouldn't take much effort on Dirae's part to overpower him to keep him sitting down.