Admitted through the back entrance by a doorman in a black suit that’d seen her in the club enough times to know she both tipped well and had ’business’  to attend to for the evening  Nayomi paused to look at the scene that had been set this particular evening. Her jade-green eyes quietly dancing from table to table, lazily sweeping along until she caught sight of the piano and grinned. Good, this evening promised to have polite conversation, music and drinking at least. Her target, like many of her others was a distinguished veteran in her own way and though she had nasty ties to a few even nastier individuals the front of a clean-cut and efficient ‘security firm’ required some degree of sophistication if you were a captain.<br/><br/>Pleased with the cordial atmosphere and intimate setting the svelte call girl moved towards her target’s table after picking her out in the crowd, hips swaying side-to-side like clockwork. She was truly practiced walking in high-heels and it showed, the woman never tripping, stumbling or even having to slow from her brisk pace once as she dodged patrons and serving staff alike.<br/><br/>Nayomi had to admit Emmalina was handsome in her own way. Not particularly a type she’d had gone after of her own pursuits but not something she’d have turned down had it come her way any way else. The captain certainly cut a much more intimidating figure than she had in person, looking quite strong in the tailored smoking jacket and that oddly cut hair of hers. One thing was for certain, she certainly wasn’t traditional but definitely not ugly. Why did she even –need- to call an escort? Perhaps she just wanted to be seen in public with a beautiful woman fawning over her jokes?<br/><br/>Much like Nayomi had received a briefing on her target Emma had also had such a courtesy and that of course included pictures of her from every angle though they were mostly ripped straight from her extranet site and quite nude. They did however make a good showing of her distinguishing markings. The sublte freckles across her shoulders that her open-backed dress showed as well as the tasteful tattoo of an Ourboros on her left shoulder, the symbol for the cyclic nature of the universe.<br/><br/>Approaching slowly she pulled out her own chair at the table for two and sat before crossing her legs tastefully at the knee while one of her expensive heels hung daintily off of her foot. “ So sorry I was almost late. Damn traffic. I probably set a new speed record to be honest.” A wry smile came to the escort’s face, her Russian accent thick but not unintelligible. She reached out across the table to shake her host’s hand before busying herself in her purse only to extract a black and silver etched case,extracting a black cigarette that smelled of clove and honey when lit. “ How are you this evening?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>