Hook, line and sinker.<br/><br/>If she had been paying attention, Amber would have noticed the look of rage and shock on Madame Sixpence's face as she took the stage. But of course, that was the last thing on the amnesiac's mind; she was far too focused on her mission. And like a professional wetworker, she picked her target out of the crowd by sight alone, making contact and drawing him in as effortlessly as a butterfly in a net.<br/><br/>The mark? A trencher wearing dwarf, his collars marked by infantry insignia from the Great War and his muscles visibly rippling beneath the black work shirt that he wore. He was clearly intrigued, even before the stripper made eye contact with him... And as she beckoned him closer, he was quick to hop up and approach her on her little stage.<br/><br/>"Well, well... Aren't cha a new face? " With a grin, the dwarf set down a short stack of bank notes, clearly staking his claim before leaning forward to take the lick that she had ordered. He seemed a bit confused as he did so... But he certainly wasn't scared away as she started shifting back onto the deck. "You givin' out lappies, love? I think we could have us a fun little party in the back... I'd even pay fer your champagne myself..."