Tara Lynn shakes her head and grins, "Mr. Corban, this just won't do." As they sway and grind a bit – much, much slower than the actual beat of the song – Tara Lynn puts her hands up to his lapels, and when she feels no resistance from him, slides his suit jacket back and off his shoulders, and off his arms. She then casually throws it over the back of an empty chair behind her. She finds her way directly in front of him again, reaches for his tucked-in shirt, and gently shimmies it out of his pants so it's untucked. Much more casual.
Finally, she reaches up, and undoes the top two buttons of the shirt. Veritas will approve, surely...
"Oh. So much better, Mr. Corban. Looks like you might actually have a little fun now. Imagine that..."