Violet - Basement Lounge, Bar<br/><br/>She smiled at him when Doc leaned in and winked at her.  As she listened to him, Violet watched him glance at his watch and her eyes lingered at his hands.  They looked strong and supple, the kind a doctor should have.  She wondered what they would feel like against her skin and for a second, Violet felt goosebumps.<br/><br/>“An hour?”  She took another long glance around the lounge and reckoned her odds were slim for any trade to come her way.  Of course, anything could happen and the johns always came first before the help.  “Sure,” she replied finally.  “If I’m not busy, I’d love to help you close up,” Violet added before placing her glass down.<br/><br/>“Make it a tonic and water while I stand here and count the minutes,” she drawled with a saucy smile.