Yes, this really would be a pleasant evening despite all the subtext about everything. That was honestly the part that amused Nayomi about her job.  It was often the people she had the best times with that were also the ones she was forced by her shadowy organization to get rid of or even worse in her own opinion, blackmail. At least the blackmail was rarely every done by her own  hand, she thought,  that’d have made maintaining a even half-decent reputation on the Citadel harder than  she liked to have tried.<br/><br/>The look in her client’s eyes was a familiar one as well as they traced her feline features, her strong cheeks and defined jaw, her eldritch nose that would have perhaps looked hawkish and unsightly in a different face. Of course her eyes did the same thing, wondering just what kind of lover Emma was beneath the sheets. Nayomi would certainly find out soon enough and she wasn’t too much in a hurry to find out just yet. She wanted to prolong the pleasantness of their affairs for as long as she could, it was truly the favorite part of her job, being paid to attend high social functions.<br/><br/>The Russian woman gives her own smile back, her own smile perfectly straight and oddly enough capped in Mother of Pearl from the looks of it, teeth reflecting the light of the lighter in her date’s hand perhaps a bit too brilliantly and when she spoke at this distance the clear stud through her tongue was hard to miss, the piercing perhaps the only ‘trashy’ thing on an otherwise very classy date-for-hire. “Oh look at you Miss Black. And don’t tell me it’s actually Misses and break my heart.” It was quite the corny joke perhaps, especially given her supposed profession but she was simply trying to break the ice. “Are we always so prepared?”<br/><br/>The escort took a drag from her clover-and-honey cigarette as the band began to finally set up onstage , the female front coming up to the microphone and introducing themselves all by their stage names and finally beginning to play the first song of their no doubt long set. It was an old song from Earth and quite the intimate one at that, one so familiar Nayomi that she began to subtly move in her seat to the familiar sound of the jazz cover. Another slow drag, the smoke exhaled playfully in a ring before the skilled lips sent yet another smaller ring through the first as she watched her date, wondering just what was in store for the evening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>