Confidence was definitely one of the things Nayomi was feeling,  as were lust mingled with a little regret as that strong hand caugth her pretty face so tenderly. " But that's it. I'm a little piece of pretty arm candy. Would you /really/ want a wife you'd have to worry ahoutevery day you were gone Miss Black?" The question was of course asked with a playful smirk after her face was released from its temporary prison. The liquor had put her in good spirits,  a tiny and quite pleasant numbness lingering so obstanitely in the back of her skull, muddying her thoughts ever so slightly, she'd lost her edge here. How could such a charming and pleasant person ever be out to get her?<br/><br/>Once more the reports ring true. She happily accepts another expensive concoction, enjoying the attention and fflirting. " And I am quite sweet miss Black. I can asure you that. But will you like the center so to speak? " the low light from the intimate setting hides a sly wink in its comforting shadows the Russian woman leaning back and putting out her cigarette. It would have been one of Emma's first good looks at her target and it'd have been hard to believe Nayomi was the Misasha on her criminal record. The mugshot was only dated ten years ago and in ten short years she'd gone from a slender,  androgynous male harassing witnesses and debtors for a gang to the beautiful specimen of the female half of the human species in front of Emma. And if the records from her surgery were true, fully functional.<br/><br/>Lulled into a false confidence by her target the woman smiled as Black went over what she did, of course this was known but she acted well , her green eyes widening as she leaned in on her elbows and gave Emma an excellent view down the valley of her cleavage that the deep neck of her black dress provided. " Oh! Do you provide for any famous people. I've always wanted t- " she stops herself short and frowns quite convincingly before sighing. " I'm sorry. You probably can't even talk about that but... is it dangerous?  Im curious. You have to be just as bold as I'd imagined ~" once more she perhaps foolishly works at fellating Emma's ego in hopes for a bomb to drop,  glass dangling precariously in her fingers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>