[Strip club: Nel & Eames]
Nel was watching the tits, and she was entirely unapologetic about it.
She preferred to drink in the privacy of her own home, but it must be said that she was not here for the drink. The booze was cheap, at least by her standards, and that was prior to any watering down that might occur. Not that she'd any issue with watering down liquor. In the early years, before she'd found her rather impressive niche as a photographer, she'd owned a bar, and she'd watered every single bottle that made it out onto the floor.
But she wasn't here to drink. Her Platinum LEICA rested on the counter, and she'd obtained permission from one of the girls to be photographed, and there was a glass of something amber at her elbow. She was not dressed in anything vintage nor seemingly vacation oriented, and she'd not yet snapped any images.
At present, she was enjoying the tits with blatant interest and appreciation. She was rather entirely off the concept of men this week, and this was a palate cleanser. She glanced at the man in the tawdry shirt, but it was a passing glance, one entirely assessing and little more.