The work she had done was perfect.  Emma, having a good look at the woman for the first time in the light thrown off by her cigarette, knew that either the reports on 'Nayomi' were false or her doctors had truly created a masterpiece.  Too fine, too delicate, to be the the killer she absolutely was... and a shameful waste to rot away in a jail cell for her crimes in the past.  Which, of course, she would have too.  A twinge, low in her gut, is covered by an easy smile as more coy flirtation pampers ego and she manages to keep her eyes upon the face of the woman despite the cleavage put on display.  An admirable feat, all things considered.<br/><br/>"I have worked with movie stars, business moguls, and rich heiress.  I even broke in one of the latter, showed her the best time she ever had.  Might be she still thinks of me when her husband is grunting atop of her.  I sure hope so at least.  I've been shot at, shot others, and generally have had a loooong career that has taught me to enjoy the moment lest I miss it!  Hoarding my pay is pointless, I'd rather blow it on my pleasures... and now, yours."  She rocks forward, one finger lifting to tap at her lips, the angle of her arm pressing against her own breasts until the full curves of them can be seen straining her dress shirt.  "Yes," Emma takes the new drink from the table, swirling it absently.  "It can be dangerous."<br/><br/>The chair scoots forward, coming to Nayomi's side, and she knocks back the contents of the glass.  Immediately after, the warm strength of her hand is felt on the other woman's shoulder, squeezing affectionately as she leans in to press her lips against Nayomi's.  The sting, the heady taste of the glasses content, can be tasted as soon as they contact and the contents of the glass are exchanged between the two as Emma encourages the woman to swallow as she presses in with her tongue past pearly teeth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>