Don't be Sheepish! (Rhu)

"Almost there, stud."

Dorito had a slight spring in her step, slightly buzzed from the drinks she had at the bar. She had pilfered an armful of heavy bottles, all hard liquor. Her free hand was leading her other prize for the evening, a fluffy and equally buzzed individual she'd met up with and lured home with promises of pleasure and a little motivation from her power. He'd been dancing on the bar and she figured he'd be up for some private shows if properly motivated. The dorm building was up ahead, and she quickly lead him through the front door.

It didn't take long for her to get him back to her dorm room, letting him in and quickly moving over to her desk and setting the bottles up in a neat row. "I did say I wanted to see you dance more." She plopped herself on her chair and turned to face him, grinning and crossing her legs.

Dorito looked around the room, eyeing up her sister's computer. She crossed over to the other desk and quickly started it up. She looked up a few dance tracks and organized them into a playlist, giving him quite a bit to work with as walked back over to her chair, grinning. "Show me what you got."

Dorito slowly nodded to the music, taking in the show. She licked her lips as she saw the (admittedly amazing) kitten shirt start to rise off of his flat stomach. She uncrossed her legs, definitely liking what she was seeing. It was hard not to get out some money to slip into his pants. "Keep going, hot stuff!" She wasn't above catcalling, though.

It was hard for her to make up her mind, but Dorito looked over at the bottles next to her. "The more you show, the more you get to drink." Her grin grew very wide as she spoke, leaning back in her seat gripping the arms of the chair a little tightly. She had felt her body starting to grow a bit hot from the show, but she wanted to make it last as long as she could.