"Awww...Cute one..." she said to herself as she winked to a young man from across the room. The older men sitting around him giving the lad stern looks as he hid his blushing face. She continued to scan around the room, making mental notes of different patrons; height, weight, distinguishing features, posture, sense of style. In her line of work it was important to weed out the common man to the more illustrious individual with...a bigger paycheck. She remembered her last haul, a good seven million, a pretty hefty reward for her work. She began to imagine the possibilities with her new found cash. Of course some of the money would go to bribes and blackmail, but with the rest of the cash she could purchase a new dress, and maybe that new thing that those rice picker Sirians do with the outdoor bath thing, she was especially curious about that too. She inwardly squeed as she realized that she could finally purchase the new lingerie fashion set by - Marcus waving an empty glass.
She gave him a cold glare before sighing, picking up two glass of fine aged wine and began to make her way towards him, exaggerating her swaying her hip movements again. She smiled to herself as she felt the eyes of the patrons starting at her. One patron even was foolish enough to attempt a grope at her before his hand was slapped away by his more informed friend, who quickly explained the economic depression that would incur to them both should he had completed his action.
"Marcus" She greeted with a smile as she sat across from, placing the wine glasses in front of him and herself. The white blouse did nothing to hide her cleavage as she leaned forward, exposing herself even more as the last remaining buttons strained to contain the weight. She casually sipped her glass, savoring the refined taste, "You should really stop drinking that stuff, it'll rot you liver from the inside out." She smiled again as she set the glass down, leaving a dark red lipstick impression upon the rim of the glass.