<strong>"Ah?" </strong>Irina said as she twisted around, thrusting out her chest slightly as she leaned back against the bar.  She didn't mind people looking, if she did she would have found something else to wear, but if they tried to go beyond that they would quickly find themselves without a few choice bits.<strong>"I guess it is good that it isn't my job to stop her from getting things stuffed in various orifices.  Things might get messy if it was."</strong><br/><br/>Still, Irina let out a sigh.  She scanned the room once more for Mr. Johnson.  Then she headed over, her hips swaying as she glided across the floor, and cracked open the door.  She stuck her head through to make sure the woman hadn't gotten anything that wasn't fleshy or that didn't vibrate stuck anywhere.  She hated this job, she really hoped Mr. Johnson showed up soon so she could get a new one.