As Emma feels Loretta nudge at her, she breaks her trance.  No longer is she tilting her head to an obscene angle to glare at the backside of the painted woman in front of them.<span style="color: blue">“Yah…” </span>she stammers off,<span style="color: blue">“She..she ain’t bad..” </span>she clears her throat , looking around,<span style="color: blue"> “Not uh..my type.” </span><br/><br/>Its unclear of to whom that statement is less convincing. Loretta, or herself.<br/><br/>As they find their destination and the painted woman starts to pace . Emma starts to tunes out a bit, dazed, watching the creature in front of her as she owns the room.  There was a time…when Emma did the same. Wielding power and sexuality like it was a fully loaded turret gun. However that time was long, long gone,  and in the place of her prison-empowerment, came a free-life of running and hiding. She still managed to ‘fight the system’ in her own way. But it never really amounts to much. True power came from numbers. Numbers came from caps.  This woman obviously had both. And Emma wanted it all..her…the power..the wealth, and especially the influence.<br/><br/>With that kinda’ scratch Emma could change the world for ‘the better’.<br/><br/>If any other woman in the wastes would have giggled and blew a kiss at her, Emma would have grinned smoothly,  licking her lips and biting her own lower lip seductively.  However this…strange strange creature who seemingly was all knowing, (funny how information brokers had a way of doing such things) , set her off her game.<br/><br/>Emma shakes her head, as if to brush the cobwebs away, and proceeds to do…just as she would with any other woman.  She smiles coyly, biting her lower lip seductively, and even added a nibbled finger tip in for good measure.   This…Fanya talked a big game. But no amount of cash was likely to sate the Powder Gangers. Their thirst for revenge and idiotic notions of ‘prison justice’ would demand she be brought to ‘justice’. However, paying off the scum of this group..*cough* the ranger*cough cough*, should prove useful for now.<br/><br/>As they were all invited to stay for the evening, told about the extravagance of their rooms , and implored that if any lingering was to be done. It be done to their gracious host.<br/>She waits as Fanya speaks to the strange ..Duos..fellow, before getting in on the action her self.<br/>This woman seemingly bleed sex.  If that’s how she wanted it…that was surely how Emma could play things.<br/><br/>She takes a step towards Fanya as she stares Duos down.  Her fingers reach out to tap the womans shoulder, before they linger a second too long, and start to trail down her bare arm. Emma inspects her fingers, half expecting them to be covered in some sort of paint…however they are not.<br/><br/>This woman was strange. She waits until their host turns to her<span style="color: blue">, “Its awful kind of you to graciously offer to pay off my bounty, however, the gangers…are not after cash. They are going to need a body. Now as long as that body ain’t mine. We’re good to have a little discussion.”  </span><br/><br/>She grins widely and leans in<span style="color: blue">, “Now , I’m good to play ball…but I ain’t havin’ this discussion out here in the open…You an me..”  </span>She eyes the nude woman from head to toe, a predatory smile curling her lips upward. Its unsure if its simply a show…or sincere.<span style="color: blue"> “You an me. Alone. “</span><br/>She turns on her heel, a charismatic smile across her lips as she hams it up.<span style="color: blue"> “I’ll be waiting in your office. I’ll me sure to make my self at home…” </span>While this was CLEARLY Emma...it wouldn't be a stretch for the rest of the group to ask ..."Where the fuck did this woman come from?" Her demeanor is calm, smooth and sly. As if a switch has flipped, and one pretty much has. Emma realizes she has gone from a position of fear, and hiding...to holding seemingly..ALL the cards...it simply took a while to sink in.<br/><br/>As Emma passes Loretta, she just ever so gently brushes the back of her hand against the womans shoulder, offering a slightly different smile to the kind ghoul, prone to head down the hallway...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>