Darion enjoyed the rest of the show, throwing in a tip every so often, especially when a piece of clothing was lost.  After though he sat there and waited.  Enjoying a second drink that one of the barely dressed servers had provided in the process.  He had finally found the right button on the console and looked at the price.  That made him cringe a little.  Maybe a little less than a week of alcohol and food for him.  With that thought he purchased the dancer’s time for the night and waited.<br/><br/>It was well worth the wait when he saw the Asian woman approaching, dressed again, though just barely.  Darion looked her over again, admiring her body.  Though he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his lips when he noticed her surprise at the sight of him.  He could guess why.  Most likely the people who hired her for private showings were dreg bosses or the PMC equivalent.  Not people like him who were the trigger pullers in armor.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006600">“Yup.  You got the right guy beautiful.”</span>He said as he studied her like she was him.  He didn’t answer her question for a long moment, just smiled and took her hand at the same time he stood up.<span style="color: #006600">“Lead on my dear.”</span><br/><br/>Following his company for the night Darion got even more of a view of her ass while they walked.  He didn’t bother paying more attention to the surrounding than what was necessary oto ensure no one pulled a gun or did something stupid.  And to know where some of the best exits were.  Beyond that the swaying ass leading him away kept his full attention.  Too bad his hand not in hers was occupied with a drink.  An open hand would have been nice to get a good feel of what he would have fun with.<br/><br/>Darion couldn’t help but whistle lightly at the sight of the room.  He may visit this place as much as he can, but very rarely can he actually afford more than tipping dancers or getting lap dances.  This place may not always look like much, but they went all out on the private rooms.  Though he had n plan to use any of the toys.  His own ‘toy’ was enough for him.<br/><br/>At the question came to him, and the hand going over his chest, Darion pulled the trenchcoat off his shoulders and let it, and the ammo it carried, fall to the floor.  This put his muscled fram in the plane, skintight shirt come into full view.  As well as showing the Deckard he war on his left side in an under arm holster.<br/><br/>Grinning down at the woman he reached forward to pick her up by her ass so she was held over his front and he could look up at her.<span style="color: #006600">“I insist we put that bed through it’s paces.  Your employers were so gracious enough to actually purchase good ones after all.  We might as well see if the beds are worth it.”</span>Once he finished speaking he leaned forward and kissed the Asian woman.  At the same time he moved the over to the bed.  Where he set the woman down again.<br/><br/>He only let her go so he could stand up again so he could start removing some of his cloths.  She gave him a show downstairs and now it was his turn.  Even if he couldn’t move like her and couldn’t dance at all.  After dropping his pistol to the floor he reached down and started to slide his shirt off.  Exposing his muscled, and trained torso an inch at a time.  In the process he proved that her earlier assessment of him was right.  There were scars on his torso showing that he had been shot and stabbed at least 4 times.  Three bullet wounds and one knife.  One bullet went through his right shoulder.  Another on his chest that looked like he wouldn’t have survived in the dreg, as it looked like it probably hit a lung.  The last looked like a but above a gut shot.  The knife looked like someone had tried to gut Darion in the past.<br/><br/>After the shirt was gone he kicked off his shoes and moved to crawl on the bed after the woman.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>