<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>“Fast learner,” she comments, as she swings her legs out of the car, flashing high-thigh as she does so. When she stands, she pauses, for a moment, to smooth her skirt, and her palms run from her hips almost to her knees. It’s a slow, sexy move,<span style="font-style: italic">designed</span>as a feast for the eyes, and you can’t help but drink it up… she’s smirking at you, when your gaze<span style="font-style: italic">finally</span>returns to her face, but there’s no reproach in her eyes.<br/><br/>Her arms slips through yours, as you turn, and your feel your elbow brush the fullness of her breast. “I’ve heard of Melissa, so yes,” Samantha replies, as you begin to walk, her hipswing bumping your thigh suggestively with every step.  “I understand she reviews with her husband. He has the man-food and she eats the men,” she giggles. “YingYang serves both, of course, but more than that - not just high-quality stock and mediocre offerings for your boyfriend; or exquisite meals for men by men with enough high quality stockboys on the side that you don’t risk becoming your girlfriend’s dinner.<span style="font-style: italic">Real</span>crossover food -<span style="font-style: italic">way</span>beyond condiments and seasoning. Part-cooked stockboys, stockboys with sauce, stockboys with carefully selected noodles and vegetables.<span style="font-style: italic">Balanced</span>flavours, not just a sop-salad on the side…” Samantha grins, “I’m quite excited! I’d been meaning to come here, work’s been busy-” she smiles, suddenly, “-well, of course I don’t have to tell<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>that. But it’s much better to come with a young date than with girlfriends. “Ah,” she pauses, turns. “Here it is.”