Emily was relieved when Dasha returned, and showed her a big and somewhat shy smile. It was really good to see her back, though she couldn't quite explain the root of the attraction she felt for the other woman.<span style="font-style: italic">Curiosity</span>, she reasoned. She was foreign, and a movie star, and all that she wasn't used to seeing. That was it. That<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to be it. "I'm glad I'm entertaining", she started, blushing a little when Dasha spoke about taking the bartender back to her room.<br/><br/>Blushing even harder when Dasha groped her, Emily didn't try to stop her advances.<span style="font-style: italic">Curiosity</span>, she reasoned once more.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry about your role...", she stated, sounding a bit shy, but sincere. It was probably frustrating for the other woman. For her, having her current job canceled would be a pretty big reason to throw a party. When Dasha talked about "knowing each other a little better", Emily knew she wasn't talking about drinking and sharing life stories. Her body tensed a little when Dasha whispered in her ear, and she felt all her blood shooting up to her face. "I... I don't... I have never..."<br/><br/>She knew what she wanted to say, but how does a good British girl explain to a Russian woman she just met that she doesn't sleep with women? Even when she's burning to say "yes"?