Kelly glances around the building, and then looks back to the window of the cab, leaning in and handing over a few crumbled bills to cover her fare and a little tip. "Thanks, Man. Seeya." she offers, and backs off as he drives away. Then she turns back to the building, judging the few entrances she sees around before picking one and walking towards it, case in hand.<br/><br/>The young woman who approaches the entrance and pulls open the door is short, if not tiny, a cute and curvy, slim blonde. While she's cute, and sexy enough, she's not something or someone who would stand out on her own. But her sense of style seems to surpass that. At the moment she's showcasing that style with an extreme, daringly short pink flouncy skirt with a band of black lace around the hem and a band of black around the waist. Emerging from beneath that are a pair of black fishnets, the upper band clearly visible an inch or so beneath the hem of the skirt. Her top is a back-trimmed pink halter that leaves most of her back, shoulders and tummy bare, the plunging neckline that doesn't just hint at but showcases her cleavage. Her shoes of choice are a pair of black Doc Marten boots bedecked with pink, sparkly laces and little bangles. Her mid-back length blonde hair is teased out a bit and fanned into an asymmetrical do that covers most of the left side of her face. Though she is made up, it's relatively subtle, clearly contrasting the daring attire with an innocent sort of look to heighten the impact.<br/><br/>Kelly opens the door, and nods to the security guard as he approaches. "Hey. Sorry to bug you. Lady called Charlie called me, said to come on down. Any chance you can point me in the right direction, Big Pappa?" She flirts a bit with the big guy, though she doesn't take it to extremes. Not just yet. When he agrees to lead her to Charlie, she sidles up and hooks a hand in his belt loops, going along for the ride.<br/><br/>It will be about half an hour after Charley finally got settled in when the knock comes to her door. The guard peeks in. "Ma'am? Miss Kelly is here."<br/><br/>Before the guard can really open the door further to let her past, Kelly slides past him, intentionally rubbing her hips and rump against him as she does so, and drags her bass case behind her as she does so. "Hey there, Charley. I'm Kelly B. You rang?" The girl walks up with a smile and offers her right hand, while her left holds onto her bass case.<br/>