The look in Lola’s eyes was enough on its own to express her need for Eve’s assistance. There would be no need for elaborate or wild gestures to gain the blonde’s attention. Without a second thought to the promise she had given Hank and his friends, Eve made her way towards the petite brunette. Her curious brown eyes continued to search out the missing Mr. King, positive he had something to do with the uneasy flicker hiding in Lola’s eyes.<br/><br/>"I need to talk to Jackson.  Can you keep an eye on things down here for a while?"<br/><br/>Eve simply nodded her head in agreement, offering a soft and encouraging smile. She would do anything Lola asked, no matter what the favor, no questions asked. She had vowed to have the other girls back a long time ago, and in the seven years they have been friends, Evelyn could honestly say she hadn’t let Lola down yet. It was a vow she had taken seriously with no intention of breaking.<br/><br/>"It's important, so I'm not sure how long I'll be."<br/><br/>Reaching a slim hand to cover the wrist of her friend and employer Evelyn smiled, squeezing gently to offer a silent show of support. Speaking in a hushed whisper so not to be overheard Evie tried to bestow a note of confidence in her friend, letting her know that whatever the problem was, there was at least one person ready to fight alongside of her, right to the bitter end.<strong>”Take as long as you need Lola. I can handle this lot with one hand tied behind my back. Actually, that might not be a good idea considering some of the men in this room.”</strong>The soft smile that decorated her pretty face didn’t hide the concern that filled the honey brown of her kind eyes. As always, Lola was aware of the truth hidden behind the mask, extending her arm to place a reassuring rub against the silk coverings of Eve’s back.<br/><br/>“Everything's fine, truly."<br/><br/>Three words spoken softly, yet with enough conviction to put Eve’s worries on the back burner, still not totally convinced everything was well in Silver City, yet willing to believe that things were at the very least reasonably well. The unknown had always been a source of anxiety for Evelyn. She watched as Lola took the stairs, tracking her with soft brown eyes swimming with trepidation.<br/><br/>At the tender age of sixteen she had been filled with adventure and romantic ideals. Taking a train across country towards her future armed with nothing but a few dresses and a picnic basket loaded with chicken and cornbread. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, smiling at the memories that flooded her mind as it flashed snap shots of her first meeting with Lola. The memories were bittersweet, as one dream died to give birth to a new ambition. A shiver ran along the elegant curve of Eve’s back at the unwelcome thought of what might have become of her had she not been rescued that day.<br/><br/>Whatever didn’t kill you made you stronger, words that Eve would live her life by. Pushing the uneasy feeling to the back of her mind, Eve turned her attention to her duties, after all a promise was a promise, and she was not about to let her friend down.  With a simple roll of her shoulders, the determined blonde stood a little taller, pushing her breasts out as she smoothed the silk along her slim waist, highlighting her hour-glass figure. She painted on a playful smile, presenting the room her stage persona, brighter than the sun, alluring and attractive, with an aura of being impervious to scandal, glowing with confidence.<br/><br/>Signalling one of the new additions to Lola’s over with an easy crook of her finger, Evelyn slipped into the role of entertainer, speaking at first with a hushed voice, instructing the girl to take care of the promise still waiting to be fulfilled.<strong>”Take a tray of whiskeys over to Hank and his buddies, take a few girls with you and show them our appreciation Lola’s style, understand? Be sure to send Hank my apologies with some special attention, Let him know something came up…he’ll understand.”</strong><br/><br/>With a soft push of encouragement to start the doe-eyed sweetheart on her way, Eve turned to the room, smiling with a mischievous glint in her eyes.<strong>”They say there are ten men waiting on me tonight!"</strong>she called to the room at large, her tone carefully crafted with a spirited tune.<strong>”One of you will have to go home, I’m tired!”</strong>Several men laughed, joking with each other as to who would be the sorry son of a bitch that would have to walk that walk of shame.<strong>”Now boys, I can’t stand to see those sad faces… buy a lady a drink and let’s see where the mood takes us! You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough!"</strong>Punctuating her banter with an equally suggestive wink, Eve moved about the room, strutting and crooning, playing up to each punter one by one, enticing them to dip further into their pockets, each one hoping to impress the buxom blonde into setting their lust free, bringing their dreams to life.<br/>