Adjoa clearly had an appetite, for there wasn't a<em>speck</em>of food on the plate.  Definitely had a pituitary, adrenal, or thyroid enhancement.  Indeed, meal done, she was quite happy to hear the potential for more dates was there.  There wasn't much skin showing as Cat traced down her body, but the skintight suit was a good second best.<br/><br/>"Hm... well, I think we can compromise.  You like slow dancing?" she asked softly, taking her hand and guiding her up as she slid a cred stick across the table to pay for the meal "Your home, I think; a lady prefers their own bed, correct?  Want you to be comfortable..."