*Sits Mordred in a chair, dims the lights and strikes up the dance music. Camille gyrates and sways her hips seductively, her hands roaming sexily over her upper thighs and hips and abdomen. She lifts her shirt and and grabs her breasts, squeezing them while pursing her lips, trying to mimic the porn stars facial expressions she's watched on the internet. (Just once or twice...lol) She turns around and unzips her jeans to tease Mordred, slipping the waistband down over the cheeks of her well-rounded arse, shaking it in front of him, her skin jiggling erotically before his face. Lifting her pants back up, she turns back to face him and straddles his lap, grinding into him with her pelvis, humping a few more times to the beat of the music. Getting back up off of him, she leans over and brings her face next to his, his eyes now heavy with raw lust as she holds the WIN between two fingers, dangling it before him with a broad dimpled grin, her eyes sparkling brightly*
"Never underestimate the power of a cowgirl, my dear"...kissing his lips once again, and walking away confidently with the WIN!