"Hmm... no, we may drink, so long as it's paid for by someone." she said, an AR construct popping up to show off Cat's bill so far, consisting of the drink you bought Bell and the Jagerbomb just now "And as long as we can... control our intake.  Like Bell would ever get drunk from<em>casual</em>drinking... though I'm telling you now, I only drink fine wines..."<br/><br/>A chuckle, and she shifted in a way that presented her cleavage in a rather apparent way.  She perked up as the woman addressed her, and she smiles at the topic before standing up.<br/><br/>"What perfume?" she says, coyly before leaning in close, to which Trish is treated to a<em>heavy</em>dose of the scent "I don't wear makeup or perfume... that's<em>my</em>scent, Trish.  Specially tailored pheromones... they're nice, aren't they?  When I<em>sweat</em>it gets even<em>stronger</em>... had a whole beautician package: skin and hair as soft as silk, breasts heavy and perky, full bodily control of<em>every</em>part of me... and not only is my scent what it is, but my skin - and again when I sweat it's stronger - tastes like chocolate... whatever lets me<em>please</em>better..."<br/><br/>She leaned forward, right close and tapped her cheek, presenting it to her with a smile.<br/><br/>"Go ahead, have a taste..." she offered with a purr "I'm no whore; I don't charge for such things, go ahead..."