Emily nodded and shook the other woman's hand, with an equally inviting smile. "Thank you so much", came the answer, a little surprised. She had had men buy her drinks a few times, but never a woman. She was not about to complain, though. A treat is a treat, after all.<br/><br/>"Yes, I am British", she confirmed softly. At the other woman's question, she shrugged her shoulders once again. Patiently, she explained, the rehearsed story drilled in her mind by countless repetitions before she left England. "Oh, he is from around here, was in London for business", she clarified, casually. "As he started feeling unwell there, and well, money is not a problem for him and for me it kind of is", she paused and laughed softly before completing the idea. "He wanted a nurse, I am a certified nurse with a lot of patience to care for elderly people and listen to his life stories, so here we are." As Dasha placed a hand on Emily's thigh, the girl felt a soft tingle down her back. In any other situation, she would have asked the other woman - politely, naturally - to move her hand. But maybe it was the vodka, or the fact that she was bored and Dasha was very attractive that led her to not do it.<br/><br/>Unlike Dasha, Emily had never been with a woman before. Her few relationships with men had been enough to satisfy her needs for a while, until she got bored of them. Sex was nice, but she felt there was something missing from every one of those relationships, and she soon grew tired of them and dumped the men without a second thought. Now, she was at a cold, foreign country, nobody she knew in sight. She might as well try to understand what led a girl to like another one instead of a man, right? Scientific purposes only.<br/><br/>As her drink came, she smiled at Dasha. Her smile was a bit shy, but she made eye contact as she held up her glass. "Cheers", she murmured, taking half of her drink in one sip.