Analise felt every little brush against her body as he brushes up against her and her face flushes slightly.  They walk and talk down the street and before she knew it, they arrived.  She enters with him and takes a look around; it felt warm, and there a lot of the booths were occupied with artist-types.  Analise smiles politely to the barmaid who has hurried off to fetch their lagers, humus and menus.<br/><br/>Salai leads her to a booth and she sits down and scoots over enough so that he could sit beside her.  She could feel her cheeks become warm, as she flushed even more.  The simplest of touches from him are doing unspeakable things to her inside.<br/><br/>"What else is it that you promise, Salai?" she asks, a sultry tinge to her tone.<br/><br/>In the meantime, she removes her worn leather jacket.  Underneath, she wore a simple fitted t-shirt, that suited her nicely.  Analise was never one to draw attention to herself and some would feel that her clothing choices were intimidating and not welcoming in the least.  That's how she liked it.  But for some reason, she really wanted to let Salai into her world.