She was a strange one—no, no—<em>new</em>, she was different than normal prostitutes, even the high class courtesans didn't want to waste thier time drinking red wine; if they even brought any. Though that was fine, each prostitute he's met where different than the last, but she seemed more classy, maybe that was the difference the Madam was speaking of.<br/><br/>His eyes traveled over her legs, the stockings made him feel warm, women usually chose to bare their legs, though he was completely fine with that, he just adored it when they had something sexy draped over them. His vision lingered at the nape of her skirt hem, her legs was too fittingly crossed to even see under it, but he stared anyways.<br/><br/>“No, the red wine is fine.” Jaroslav said, eyes moving from her mid thighs and traveling up to her face; though, his eyes did loiter over her chest before reaching it's destination—he really liked to get to know the people he was working with. Waiting for her to pour a glass, his gaze went up to the ceiling.<br/><br/>“Take your clothes off; all of them—quickly.” He said, eyes falling back down to hers; digging around in his pants pocket, “Leave your shoes on—” he said suddenly, pulling out his cigarette, his lungs was itching for them. “Mind if I smoke?” He asked placing the stick in his mouth and sticking his hand back in his pocket, latex finger rubbing against the smooth metal.