Lene and the eater sit across from each other at a dinner table. The eater makes a suggestive remark about being full, to which Lene laughs and playfully replies, "Oh, you think you're funny." Their conversation turns flirtatious as they continue to banter back and forth.
As the meal ends, the eater leans in close to Lene, his hand casually brushing against her thigh. He teasingly says he's going to eat her up. Lene giggles, her heart racing. She stands up from the table, seductively rolling her shoulders, and saunters over to him.
Without warning, she slaps his ass hard. Startled, he jumps up from his chair, turning around to confront her. Lene smirks, her hand already behind her back. As he turns back around, he feels something odd – it' 's the familiar touch of her tight grip on his wrist. She pulls him closer and whispers softly in his ear, "Guess who's in charge now?" causing him to shiver with anticipation.
