Before she was even able to answer, the fae girl got closer and wanted his attention. She really didn't care one way or another. Just another woman trying too hard in a crowded bar full of men. It was the reason she didn't get along well with many females. She didn't seem to feel the need to walk around half-dressed, nor was it her duty in life to snag the next man's eye. She could take or leave them. If they wanted something more than an overly used bit of flesh, then their values had to be a little higher - and that wasn't what she was seeing tonight. Every creature in here seemed to be focused on something other than the job at hand. Not the kind of person you wanted working for you - easily distracted by a piece of ass...She should know...it's how she did a number of her jobs - distracting men with her body but only long enough to get the job done, nothing more and nothing past just a bit of touching. They were targets, not bed mates.<br/><br/>Jessamyne raised a brow, watching the smaller woman mess with their possible employer. If this was a 'sleep-your -way-to-the-top' position - pun intended, she wasn't gonna bother. He was nice looking...a better sight than many downstairs, but she was no prostitute. The test would come with his reaction to the fae trying to gain favor, but she had no interest in sticking around to find out what would happen in the VIP booth. Instead she turned and walked away from the booth, back toward the stairs, setting her bottle on one of the empty booth tables.<br/><br/>