Lola bit her lip, quite pleased with Ichiro's response, leanings in as he had done so. She traced the tip of her fingernails softly across his hand, her glistening eyes looking up into his own. [color=Purple]"Perhaps..."[/color] She put her lips against his ear, walking her pointer and middle finger up his arm to his neck. [color=Purple]"...You could help take it off."[/color] 
Ichiro was certainly bold, and from how he held himself before, it was unexpected from a man who look strict and in control. She didn't complain though. She was practically in his arms by how close she was to him, inching towards the Japanese man until they were exchanging body heat. 

The rasta girl's sudden outburst startled Lola momentarily, wrapping her arm around Ichiro's as she looked around to see where the distraction had come from. She chuckled, putting a hand to her exposed chest to feel her heart beat quicken. [color=Purple]"Forgive me for jumping, Ichiro. I know I shouldn't worry being next to you."[/color] Lola accepted the drink from her new lover, downing it with one swig so she may continue nuzzling him.