Kairi glanced passingly at Lita, her eyes wide.  She wanted to protest that she wasn't good, that she barely knew what she was doing.  She nearly tripped into the man as she was pushed toward him.  She tried to smile, hoping she was doing the right thing.  Perhaps if she put on a good enough show, it wouldn't be so bad.  She sat on the stool he indicated and crossed her legs, letting her gown slip over her knee to reveal her shapely legs.  "And how are you this evening, good sir," she asked, her voice soft and inviting.  As an afterthought, "I've just turned seventeen, does this please you?"