She was gorgeous! Nancy felt her mouth watering just looking at the barely contained curves, the bulge of the stomach the rolls of flesh on the hips, the way the woman's chest was so very nearly splitting that top wide open. She grinned. This one would be hers. The nervous expression on the young woman's face made Nan think that she might be about to flee, and so she better move relatively fast. More so - there was competition. A woman she knew to be totally butch was eyeing up this paragon of juiciness from the other end of the bar. Nan let her grin slip on one side, changing it to a menacing leer as she caught her rival's eye. She was more than able to take the competition and the other woman knew it, looked away, turned her attention to one of the more usual skinny subs.<br/><br/>Nancy sauntered casually down the bad and stood behind and to one side of the gorgeous bundle of voluptuous. "Hey. Are you okay? You look a bit lost." She smiled warmly down at the woman, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm Nancy. I'm one of the security team here. So is this your first time away from home?"<br/><br/>It was a guess, but an informed one. The girl had the air about her of one who was not used to this sort of scene. She was young, but obviously old enough to be in the club - the age limit was strictly enforced and IDs were always checked, even on people who looked like they were in their fifties. In fact there was a list of people in their forties and fifties who were banned from the club. While technically one could say that it<i>was</i>a meat market, the predators who came in to prey on the youngest and newest were not welcome. Nancy wasn't like that, though. What she wanted was to seduce the young lady, slowly and carefully, gaining her consent at every step. She smiled and then indicated the girl's almost empty glass. "Let me buy you another, what's your poison, sweetheart?" The term of endearment was deliberate. Her hand was still resting gently on the girl's shoulder, squeezing ever so lightly. Nan moved closer, and slid her hand gently but inexorably across from the near shoulder to the far one. Now her arm was around her target, a possessive pose. Of course if the curvacious lady objected in any way, Nancy would back off and apologise, but she was pretty sure this would not happen. Not right now, anyway.<br/><br/>"I know this is probably the cheesiest chat-up line going, but I have to ask, because it's all part of the game... So what brings you to this particular club on this particular night?"