Semele's face and fingertips tingled delightfully and she took a long, deep breath. "Have you picked a girl yet?" she asked her son, looking at the woman dancing around a nearby pole. She didn't give him a chance to answer however, before she was calling out to the girl. "Hey, redhead! Redhead, come 'ere!" She was pulling notes out of her bra and offering them to the girl. "Give him a dance. Move seats so she can give you a dance, kid."