Sophie almost lost it at the Ma'am, but she knew how to handle men like this. "No title is needed Bishop, you may call me Sophie." She turned so that her body was facing him-body language was a big part of her career- and started on the shock effect.<br/><br/>"Bishop, you are in a brothel. We come with high recommendation and even better care. Your friend has heard about us, if not more, and when you lost the bet, he brought you here to relax. I am one of the best here and take my job seriously. Apparently your friend has heard of me too, though I know he was never a client. I remember everyone's names." She took a pause so that he could gather the information and prepare to react. Before he could though, she added. "Bishop,<em>amor,</em>this isn't your mission, this is mine." One more pause. "You are the mission." She smiled before sliding out of her seat. "So while you gather that, I'll change, if you please." She stood in front of him and started to unbutton her suit jacket, tossing it over the chair. In her suit skirt and a thin, see-through silk blouse, she walked towards the bedroom, leaving her door open. She had already locked the doors to the room and hidden the secret passageways. She hoped he would follow because she really wanted to take a bit out of that man.<br/><br/>On the other side of the doorway, she stopped, popping the hidden door open to her closet. She unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground, then did away with her blouse. She stood in all her glory in a seductive attire of undergarments.<br/><div align="center">(http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/megan-fox-in-lingerie_340x530.jpg)</div>