<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)/Open</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">Emily fiddled around for the dollar bills that clung to her articles of clothing, not counting the bills, but stacking them into a neat little pile, before folding them in a wad and tucking them inside a pocket strap which was secured around her thigh. Once she snapped the leather pouch closed, her sights were set once more on Richard. "I wouldn't really call it a strip club or a dance club..." she began, but never specified a different label for the place. Instead, she just smiled at Richard, giggling gently as he offered to buy her a drink.<br/><br/>"Your girlfriend didn't come with you?" She perked a brow at him, her question lingering in the air as the bartender made his way over. "Sex on the Beach, please," she quipped, as if the drink order was some sort of an inside joke. The bartender smirked back at Emily and stared making her drink. Leaning over the bar so that her ass stuck out, elongated and curvaceous, Emily turned toward Richard, peering at him from over her shoulder. "There are very few things here, that are off limits." <br/></div>