<div class="floatleft"> (https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00a1/yi9x9z7skl8jbis6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Anastasia<br/>___ <br/>aka Nasty</span></strong></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I look to one of the girls, catching her and then gesture to the Warcaofs.  She’s at their side, entwined her arms in theirs.  “Three rooms, upper floor.  DND.”  A nod from her as she starts to lead the two away.  She turns, looking at Jaclyn.  I explain “Just the two for now.”  Bye-bye! <br/><br/>With the two gone, I can be girl-blunt.  “Not being noticeable here is making it known with dress and makeup that one is ‘for hire’.  All sorts of styles here, but the one message.”  I look her up and down.  “Wigs will do the trick partly.  You’ve got the legs.  What’s your preference for boobs?  Size boosting can be fun for a change, might as well enjoy yourself.  I mean why not?  But it’s up to you.” <br/><br/>I point to the stairs.  “Up the same stairs where your escorts went, there’s a small changing room—clothes, makeup, whatever you need.  Lots of the girls change here, coming from uni or home after dropping kids off at after-school.” <br/><br/>I take her suitcase, purse and check for credit cards, separating those.  “I’ll have the suitcase placed in your room.  The cards will be used quickly for all sorts of whatever.” <br/><br/>I turn to leave, “No rush here.  Finish your drink.  Get another.  I’ll check to see how you’re doing on the ‘new you’ in a bit.”  I stop, “I’d say don’t hold back because of the two that brought you here—if you do that, you’re not changing and then there’s really no point.” <br/><br/>With that, I head to the lower floors which always require more attention.<br/></span>