He couldn't help it - he watched her dance. Thankfully, sort of, she just went topless, and that, at least, he's seen before... just not... jiggling and bouncing. That time he could sort of pretend he was helping with a medical procedure, wrapping up her ribs. This time, much as he might try, he didn't look away.
The lap dance gets an immediate blush. He's not even sure quite how to do his part in this, but he can at least appreciate the information.
For the moment, knowing she has to keep nearby, he finds himself less worried about the mobsters, and more about what she might do while she has a captive audience.
"I... I..." yeah.
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