Sometimes, her job didn't require much acting on her part.<br/><br/>So, I'm supposed to want her?  She had perused the file on the woman, twice for work and then once more for pleasure.  She knew that beneath the dress was a body that she desired, and the part she was allowed to play did not mean she had to spend too much effort hiding the fact.  The low, smoldering glance drifts from the lips, across the smooth sweep of her shoulders, and down to those hips that just begged for hands to grip them.  She had seen the woman bare, but here in a black dress, she felt her heart flutter as she leaned back in her chair.  Yes, sometimes she didn't even have to act, and her eyes spoke of lust and all the delightful things that she dearly wanted to do with the woman.  "I am glad that you were so eager to spend time with me that you risked the ridiculous fines that C-SEC is so fond of handing out.  I fear that you are setting a standard that will be difficult to match... but here is the thing.  I'll /surpass/ it."  She smiles, revealing bright white teeth with just the hint of a crook to them.  A charming imperfection that she chose to keep.  Her own accent is American, the soft twang of a Tennessee native.<br/><br/>Her handshake was to be expected, strong and confident, leaning back once she releases her and watching every motion of her date with the intense focus that would be expected of someone who had spent a lifetime in violent situations.  When she pulls out the honey-and-clover cigarette, Emma smirks, setting her cigar long enough to withdraw a silver lighter from her pocket.  "Please,, allow me."  She leans forward, the flame sparked with a stroke of a thumb,, dancing shadows playing off her face as she studies her date's closely as she sucks on the filter and presents the tip..  She could not help but imagine what those lips would feel like, pressed against her stomach... perhaps even between her thighs<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>