Angelique listened to his tale, a musician at heart, could prove to be interesting. His touch was nice, his hands really strong yet soft as he stroked her wrist. Then she wrinkled her nose, flamenco music? maybe this wasn't such a hot idea after all. "No not really, not my type of music. And if you want to spend your evening with me, I do hope that you have the means to afford me. See, I don't come cheap, and well, payment is up front, and if you liked everything, tipping is for later."<br/><br/>She smiled and leaned in, almost brushing his cheek with hers, making sure her rose perfume enticed him even more.