Carina plucks a linen napkin from the table.
Carefully folds it into a little pouch.
Blows a little puff of breath into its billowy folds.
Seals it with a kiss.
Hands it to Crunchy.
Blow Job to go! 
(As promised.)
Is that why the napkin goes in the lap? I always thought it was just etiquette.
The napkin is for the man. Y’know, so while she’s taking care of business, you can eat nachos and stuff without making a mess.
Precisely. I hate nacho cheese in my hair.
So why did you send this in a napkin?
Oh! Oh my God! Oh Yes! mmmmmmmmmm…
I see. That’s why you sent it in a napkin.
So do I get more of these every time I say something nice about you?