<strong>”Neat trick.”</strong>Leylani’s demeanor would become more serious, though still clearly amused as you present her with the offer and even go so far as to change into what she could become.<strong>”That is a loaded deal if I’ve ever heard one, and I should know given my heritage.  Such gifts always come with strings attached, which is a shame since you are peddling your wears to the wrong person.  Suffice to say that I openly mock those who rely on their looks to get ahead because when push comes to shove they always cower away knowing how fragile their power is next to my own physical might.  You certainly seem to have more going for you than your looks, but a better rack and a fuller ass would hardly make me a more competent fighter.  Perhaps you should check with Sen; she might be more interested in what you have to sell.”</strong><br/><br/>As Lani would turn to one of the couches in the room, Tek would interject.<strong>”Come on, sis; just give her a chance.  She may not be able to make you throw a stronger punch, but there are certainly some merits to what she has to offer.”</strong><br/><br/>In response, his sister would scoff at him.<strong>”You always were a sap for a pretty woman, especially after you’ve gotten in their pants.  No, I’ve made it this far in life without that sort of help; I don’t see why I would need it now.”</strong>