"Ah. Well, then, I will make myself comfortable right here..." With a grin, the corner girl finishes cleaning up and then stretches out across Tzahala's couch, tossing a leg up over couch's back to "show off" a little bit more as she waits for her co-worker to arrive. As the light starts to dim, the woman opens a little hatch that had been concealed perfectly in her left thigh, pressing a couple of buttons- and as Tzahala watches, the corner-girl's tattoos begin to shift and change to something more suitable to a GSL fan. "Hm... well, I'll be honest. Liza's more of the wine-and-dine type than most of the girls in our block, and she's a huge fan of bubbles. Champagne and bubble baths and massages, all that kind of stuff."<br/><br/>With a shrug, the tattooed woman turns her gaze over her shoulder to give Tzahala a coy wink.<br/><br/>"Failing all else, go for the throat. She melts. "<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Almost 5 minutes later on the dot, Tzahala's elevator dings to announce a new arrival, and Liza arrives in all her evening glory. She's been getting some sun today, Tzahala notices- her skin practically glows with a faint, bronze tint, and she has that "day at the beach" grin on her face. Though she's dressed more for the Downtown Metro than she is for South Beach, in a classic "schoolteacher" get-up. Suit jacket, white blouse, suit-skirt... and of course, thigh-high stockings with nice heels to show off her legs. She does have a product to sell, after all...<br/><br/>"Evenin' Girlie... Did I come too soon? Looks like you two are in the middle of a breather..." Whether or not the elder corner-girl believes that, she doesn't hesitate to come and plop herself down next to Tzahala on the couch, removing her heels with a practiced efficiency and moving them over to the side. "Or maybe you're savin' your energy for me?"