"Bond. James Bond"
"…Bruce"
"This was your idea Clark"
"I know, but really this a bit over the top!"
"Do we have to start over again?"
Releasing a sigh Clark reclined into his original position against the wet bar, a blush spreading from head to toe as he crossed his legs causing the silky red dress he had adorned to ride up his thighs. Taking a seat beside Clark on one of the many stools Bruce inspected the room, eyeing the replica casino - which had been brought in to help with the fantasy - for any fault. Deciding everything was at least done professionally if not perfectly Bruce asked his butler turned bartender for a Martini, shaken not stirred.
End