As  the silence between the pair continued to lengthen more and more smoke rings began to be ran through by other, smaller ones as the Russian woman confirmed some of the smaller notes in her profile by her actions. Smoking and Halix, her two biggest vices she’d had since she was a no-good ganger on Earth, at least if the arrest records were true and the 16 year old girl in the photos just didn’t happen to be yet another elaborate fabrication on part of herself and the organization she worked for. As her host joked, she laughed as if on cue and played her part as an escort. She was arm candy, here to be seen essentially swooning over Emma even if it didn’t really require much effort on her part with the smoldering looks and roguish smile of hers.<br/><br/>“ Oh you’d be one among many who tried to ask for my hand, miss Black. What is it everyone finds so appealing about this lithe piece of arm candy?” Nayomi had the nerve to ask as if she didn’t know already as she shot her host a playful look. Her leg bounces atop her knee slowly , heel dangling off the end of her dainty foot. Her eyes of course shifted as  Emma went to drink and she tried to study what was in the glass carefully. Was it perhaps whisky or some mixed drink? Well, the security  firm captain certainly didn’t seem the type to waist her time with mixed drinks, no. Emma was clearly a woman who appreciated things a little rougher. Good.<br/>Flicking the ashes from her clove cigarette into the ashtray in the middle of the table as her date opened her omni-tool and made an impressive payment to the bar, Nayomi’s eyebrows raised. Now /there/ was a bold move, one that nearly instantly endeared her to the other woman. There was one thing she loved-her record confirming this- a drink in her hand a she partied and chatted and she’d taken  many host’s bank accounts for a spin with top-dollar booze before.<br/><br/>A large smile breaks across her pretty, almost predatory features and she nods. Setting her purse once more beside her she spoke up, a little bit of amusement in her voice. “ Oh I’ll return the favor , you can count on me but… you look like a woman who sees what she wants and takes it. Don’t hesitate to /make/ me.” With a smug little smirk all of her own and sultry laugh to go with her naturally husky voice the woman indicates her order. “ White Russian heavy on the Grey Goose and Kahlua.  And now that I’m soon to have a drink in my hand… what is it that you  do to b e able to spoil me so, Emmalina?  I’m afraid searching your name on the extranet didn’t actually yield much. Nosy me.” Done fellating the other woman’s ego and asking her question the woman fell silent and waited for her drink to be brought, nursing it slowly once it came. She had a low tolerance for large amounts of alcohol.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>