[ tris gives pause in his show, finding the coolness of the water running down from where his shirt is fisted in his hand chilling his pulse by a few degrees. he gives her a smile, sliding off of the hood of the jeep and wrapping his shirt around his neck from the back. he gives her space, but leans against the car all the same. ]

Don't you worry, the pants do come off unless someone's going to fill our cashbox to the brim and send us all home for the day.

[ like that'll happen, people love a show, even moreso if it comes from the submissives itself. he wrinkles his nose a bit. ]

I'll keep 'em at bay.

[ and then holding out a wet hand, it's not soapy, but it is clean ]

Tris, by the way. Since we're like, kinda coworkers right now.