Mira blinks at that suggestion, and she can't help blushing a little, looking down and grinning a little. Part of her wants nothing more than to invite that and part of her is not exactly sure how she got here. People like her don't get invited to dance by strange pretty girls and seduced in the middle of a warehouse. This is so outside her normal comfort zone it's almost on another planet. But maybe in a good way.

She tips her head back up and says, "A lot of things, hmm?" She's still flushed behind her freckles, but she feels a little bold. "You're an aggressive gambler. Do I get to know your name first?"