<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kat~ <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">returning after her time with Tarik</span></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/lacedress.jpg)</div><br/>Kat was smiling when she returned to the Ballroom. She was freshly showered and changed after her time with Tarik (it would have been tacky to return without doing so!) and the look on her face was enigmatic, revealing nothing. She could have simply gone for a drink, no one would know what had happened in her room. That was between her and her client. The only think that was the same about her now was the mask that was back on her face, once more framing the sweetness of the innocence she seemed to project.<br/><br/>An innocence she was playing to more now with her change in dress. The new dress still flattered her figure but it didn't flash as much flesh as the first dress had. She was hoping to draw a new client with the new look, one that might enjoy the power play of corrupting innocent youth. It was a role she greatly enjoyed herself.<br/><br/>Moving through the crowd that had grown while she was gone she sidled to the bar and ordered an Amaretto sour, moving off quickly after thanking the bartender and working her way around the crowd, her eyes searching, seeking her next client and hoping one of the other girls hadn't gotten to him first. When she spotted Mr. Artino she watched him until he glanced her way, when he did she gave a small, inviting, smile before glancing away as if embarrassed to have been caught staring. She hoped it would be enough to draw him to her, but if not she began to move again, gradually working her way in his direction.