"Well, there's nothing stopping you from looking, even if you can't touch," she counters playfully, recovering some of her former grace in a languid stretch that used to up her tips by about ten percent back at the Willow's. "Believe me, I'd be taking you up on those offers- admittedly maybe reverse the order with a side of- no, I need to stop. Going in to detail there would just be cruel to both of us."

She's looking at him like a starving woman looks at a bakery display. A bakery display of erotic cakes in West Hollywood.