She gasps, tight as a bowstring and breathlessly silent as the shudder of orgasm washes over her.

It takes her only a few heartbeats to recover, grinning into Emcee's eyes. "Good boy." She lifts off him, tapping his cheek with the crop as she straightens up. "Next round is on me." And she doesn't mean drinks.

With a quick smooth of her skirts and a nod to Jay, she's off and out the curtain, walking with absolute control.

Jay chuckles, slightly flushed himself. "Wow."