The woman in the black dress lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply before taking another sip of her drink. She turned behind her to look at the blonde. She had never seen her in here before, and she certainly didn't look like she was from around her.<br/><br/>"Lovely, what's your name? Better come over here, the staff isn't used to newcomers. Let alone a pretty little thing like you. Come listen to Mr. Piano Man. He's going to explain to me how to buy things without money. Must be a genius!"<br/><br/>She laughed madly, then took another drag of the cigarette. "Now what is it again that you asked me?" She closed her eyes and looked as if she was literally searching the depths of her mind. "Ah, yes. What do you buy those things with? Well I know I may look like a prostitute, sir, but no oh no. Believe it or not I'm a classy lady. A classy, classy lady. But some people I suppose would use their bodys to obtain things. I can tell you Miss Chick-a-dee over here doesn't either."