Irina hated these sorts of crowds and, despite her somewhat slender frame, barged her way past anyone that got in her way.  She rolled her eyes behind her mask at the orks, she couldn't help but think they were more for show than anything.  Low end security, wannabe gangsters.  She had no respect for their ilk.  Still, she didn't want to make a scene.<br/><br/>The, questionable, method of the ork annoyed her.  At the same time, every moment he spent caressing her shapely ass and groping her perky breasts was a moment he wasn't looking for the knife in her coat.  She couldn't stop a sigh from escaping her lips when the metal detector was brought out.<br/><br/><strong>"I work as a bodyguard, what do you think?"</strong>She said in a snotty tone to the ork's question, it wasn't a lie, but was an attempt at misdirection.  She stuck out one long toned leg, and put her hands on her hips to accentuate her form.<strong>"Are we done here?"</strong>When the voice called out, she jerked her head back towards the crowd.<strong>"Or do you want a riot?"</strong>