The two talk for a while,  teasing Tommy, between shy glances and knowing smiles.  The night starts to drag on, and a myriad of people start to pouring into the club.<br/><br/>Isla enjoys the proximity to the other woman, moving her bar stool a bit closer to the lawyer then would be polite in most cases. She does her best to seem thoroughly in charge, yet far from creepy. Her hands meander about the bar, just in-front of Megan,but out of reach with out her moving.   Thin ,nimble finger tips take their time to brush against the lawyers knee, elbow, and shoulder at random points within their conversation. They stuck to the normal pleasantries, where are you from, what do you do, what do you do for fun?  All answered by Isla with slightly modified versions of the truth.<br/><br/>Before long, the bar was filling up, making it harder and harder for Isla to tip toe through the conversation and wrap her intoxicating little web of lies and half truths around the Lawyer.  At about half past midnight, after a few hours of enjoying watching Megan fumble, bite her lip, and grow increasingly flustered, Isla checks her cell phone for the time. "Almost midnight.." she grins, "I bet  a few of the acts are starting down stairs.." she looks around the room filled with people in everything from fetish wear to street clothing. "C'mon..." she stands from her seat,  reaching a hand out to rest gently on Megans forearm. "I'll show you around.."<br/><br/>Before Megan can protest, Isla wraps her fingers around the lawyers wrist and gently 'suggests' she stand . Once both were upright and able to move, Isla helps escort Megan through the upstairs of the bar - almost protectively maneuvering them through the crowd, her lanky body moves in time with Megans as they step through the tight nit crowd . They come to a set of stairs, Isla opens the door for Megan, and stands dead in her tracks as the lawyer tries to head down the stairs.   She tugs back on Megans wrist , indicating she should wait, as she closes the door behind them.<br/><br/>Islas chest is pressed against Megans back as they stand in the cramped stair well, moans and random ambiant noises can be heard from the basement. Sounds like a whip cracking, and pleading accompanying it.  Isla knew how absolutly terrifying these sounds could be to Megan, as she was unaware of where she was, and well..she didn't know Isla -wasn't- crazy... So to assure the other woman, she stops. "Wait." Isla whispers , bringing her chin just over Megans left shoulder.  She releases the lawyers wrist . She speaks lowly, her breath on the back of Megans neck, "The scene downstairs can...get a little crazy for some people."<br/><br/>Isla's tone is protective, but soft and oddly commanding. "If anything you see..starts to freak you out, or put you in a bad place...." she takes her finger tip and turns Megans cheek so that their eyes meet, "You want out in -any- way..you let me know.  " She continues, her brow furrowing in sincerity, "I'd hate for you to lose face by saying you wanted to leave...so just mention 'Jonny Walker', and we'll feign that you need a drink..and get you the hell out.  " She moves her fingertips from Megans jaw, up to her ear again, fiixing that same stray piece of hair that managed to come loose again, "I'll get you out of there and everyone else will just think you need a drink..Understand?" She nods her head , trying desperately not to lose her shit and simply pounce the Lawyer in the stairwell.<br/><br/>She feels..odd explaining a 'safe' word in such a common manner....but she really couldn't mention later with what she had planned....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>