Dasha flopped down onto the bed, she was still wired from this evenings events and the finger banging she'd given herself in the car was barely enough to do the trick. She stripped out of her clothes and headed for the shower, turning the faucet hot enough to almost scald herself she hopped in and let the hot water work it's magic. Once she soaked the tension out of her shoulders, she stepped out and grabbed one of the towels and dried herself and then wrapped it in a bun around her hair. She strode out of the bathroom and pulled open the curtains which flooded the room with the city's lights from out side. She could feel the cold through the window and pressed her perfect tits up against the ice cold glass, which felt great after the hot shower. Looking down to street level she she saw several late night pedestrians staring up at her naked body, she smiled and gently kissed the fogging window before stepping away and leaving the imprint of her tits and lips for them to fantasize about.<br/><br/>She clicked on the TV and scanned the news for any mention of her mission, but of course the sanctioned hit of a government official wasn't something that the censored news would be showing anyway. She was starting to get bored, and she knew she would have to do something or risk going stir crazy sitting and waiting for her handler to call. Dasha rummaged through her bag and pulled out a sexy little black dress and a pair of heels. She slipped into her clothes and quickly brushed out her hair before applying a bit a makeup and of course her ruby red lipstick. She looked in the mirror  making sure everything was in place, "Fuckin HOT!" She said and licked her finger before pressing to her perfect ass and making the 'tssss' sound.<br/><br/>Dasha picked up the phone and got the lobby receptionist, she informed the woman she was waiting for an important call, and then told the woman she'd be down in the lobby bar. The receptionist complied and agreed to have her paged if her room got any calls. With that out of the way, she left her room and headed downstairs for the bar. Maybe if she was lucky she'd find some cute tourist to occupy her time.<br/><br/>Dasha walked in to the bar and saw that it wasn't very busy. She scoffed and swung her small handbag around in boredom, scanning the rooms few occupants for anyone worth her time. It was then she saw the nurse from earlier, she was now sitting at the bar sipping a vodka and she wasn't dressed in that dreadfully shabby uniform anymore. She actually looked fairly cute, Dasha smiled and then sauntered over to the bar stool next to Emily. "dobryj vyechyer! dohb–rihy vye-cheer" Dasha issued the casual greeting in her native tongue, but the confused look on the young woman's face was enough to let her know she wasn't from around here so she used English instead. "Hello! I think we are staying on the same floor of this hotel....I saw you earlier with an older man, Is he your husband?" Dasha asked Emily as she hopped up on the stool and ordered a whiskey from the bartender.