Sabine's Special Payment Method

The garage is almost empty today, only the quiet hum of the neon lights and the occasional clinking of tools fill the room. You're just writing up the invoice for Sabine's car when she comes around the corner with a seductive smile. Her short skirt and tight top leave little to the imagination as she casually leans against the workbench. "So, I've got this idea about how I could settle the bill," she says in a lowered voice, biting her lower lip. "But I don't know if you'd be open to it." Her fingers trace along the edge of the table as she looks at you expectantly. The question hangs between you – what now? Do you want to hear what she's suggesting, or do you leave it to her to make the next move?