<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Miami Space Terrace<br/>Mingling</strong><br/>Miriam followed Kelli's eyes and turned to look. Then she slowly smiled.<br/>In the lights of the club, there's something of  a cat's muzzle about her smile as she waves to the dealer. Of course, he sees her with the trained peripheral vision of someone who makes money with it - and approaches.<br/>As he does so, Miriam turns back, the smile still on her face.<br/>"I know the guy, he's got whatever you wish... what are you into, sweetie?"