Sliding her fingers back through her long, wavy brown locks, she let her gaze stray on the man's chiseled jaw and his firm lips as he sipped his drink, clearly pleased, not only by the satisfied sigh, but by the hefty tip he tossed her way. With a smirk, Sasha took the bills between her pointer and middle finger, slipping the tip into her bra and the rest for the drink into the cash register. "Generous as always, Sir.. Thank you," she smiled, a bit more genuinely this time as her gaze fell away, tampering with the machine until the drawer was once more shut.<br/><br/>Glancing to Ever just in time to catch her gaze knowingly, she offered the woman a nod and watched as she slipped away. She certainly did her job well. Idly licking over her lips, she turned her attention back to Derek with a soft laugh as she listened to him speak. "That never is the case, is it?" she responded, resting an elbow atop the bar as she leaned towards him, her voice low. "You know I don't 'mingle' with our guests the way the others do," she said, a slight scolding tone to her voice, though it was clear she was only teasing. It wasn't usually part of her job description, though every now and then if there was a client who wanted her and only her, she'd be sent away with him. Sasha always tried her hardest to avoid that particular situation.<br/><br/>"Besides, I'd have to have a few more drinks in me before I'd even consider it.." Her eyes flashed behind her intricate golden mask, narrowing ever so slightly, as if to challenge him. With a smile, she lifted her own drink to her lips a moment later, though her eyes never left his as she drank in the cool liquid.