Mission: Impossible
"Are you coming?" she asks with a little twinkle in her eye, the double entendre obvious, like in the old days when enemy agents would engage in witty repertoire with one another. You don't recall any of them being so brazenly sexual about it, but you decide not to complain.
You reholster your gun and get on the elevator with her. It's a tight squeeze, obviously meant for one person only. Being this close allows you to get a much better whiff of her perfume, and you can't help but touch bodies, though she keeps her hands to herself. Somehow, you do too.
((You will be given an opportunity to orgasm in the very near future, so hold on just a bit longer.))
In that nervousness that comes with the uncomfortable silence of long elevator rides, you break first, and feel the need to say something to break the silence. For some reason you don't seem as witty as the movie spies.
"So, those guns... on your bed... supplying the rebels, are we?"
With that, the beautiful evil temptress laughs. "Oh, that's precious. No darling, those are merely the guns I've taken away from men like you, sent to kill me."
As if on cue, the door to the elevator opens.