Wanna buy me a shot?

The brunette walks straight up and asks if you'll buy her a shot. Zafira's wearing black lingerie that barely covers her. She takes the drink, smiles, then slips the straps off her shoulders. The fabric falls away. She keeps her eyes on you while her hands slide down her body, touching herself slow and sure. Her breathing deepens. She presses her fingers between her legs and starts to rub, hips moving to the rhythm. Her skin flushes. She doesn't rush. Every motion looks like a promise she plans to keep.