He was watching closely, the interaction between the old man who was worked for every single cent and the harlot who knew how to keep him wrapped around her seductive little finger. Removing the cigar from his lips, he grinned and knew this evening was just getting started. Watching her walk into the dressing room he marked one of the targets, now that the one from the bar had disappeared.<br/><br/>Just as the scent of her skin was leaving his suit, replaced by the smoke of his cigar, he heard her sensual voice behind his ear. He suppressed the head shake of disbelief and surprise, knowing it would hit her face, not something he wanted to do. He looked forward onto the stage, playing her game, loving the challenge.<br/>"Eso no es mi nombre...chula...are yu sure yu have tha right person?"<br/>He grinned, he was not one to be made a fool out of. He had the cash, if they wanted it they would have to work for it. Years of Latin Machismo taught him that women are nothing more than objects for his personal pleasure. The seductress had walked out and was bothering a man, from the looks of it he was not a patron. Both eyes perked up as he heard her words, this is what he needed. That was the guy he needed to talk too, this outing was well worth it already.<br/>"Why dun yu introduce me to yur frien over der...I don think yu can handle me all my yurself..."<br/>Francisco beckoned her over, signaling that he wanted a dance. Once they were in a booth, he would be able to give her what she so blatantly wanted.