Emma slowly looked at the large dark Mexican that came through the doors like he had pockets filled with money.  Emma continued to fan herself as the man walked by and spoke to her.  Gently closing her eyes and nodding towards him with a smile, she opened her eyes again, and watched him mosey on up to the bar and order a drink.  Emma had learned a lot through the years she had been in the Sierra's, one was recognizing a wade of bills bulging inside a man's pocket.   And that's exactly what she found, when the man turned around and leaned against the bar.  Lena put on her biggest smile.<br/><br/>"Well, hello there big guy.  You in the mood to buy a girl a drink?"  She gave him a wink, as her crossed leg continued to sway up and down.  She folded up her fan, sitting up taller and motioned at the chair next to her.  "Why don't you come on over and let's get to know each other better."  Her voice sultry and inviting.<br/><br/>Yes, Emma knew the routine.  Get them to drinking and talking.  Give it time until they were on some level of drunkenness and then take them upstairs, show them a good time, collect her money and kick them out.   But what she dreamed of was servicing one man, just one man, for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>"Whats your name, Senor."  She asked, the letter  "r" trilling off her tongue.