Oh, this one might be just barstaff, but he certainly was well fit, Romy thought to herself, sizing up the man in front of her. She made sure to lean forward slightly so he got a good view down the front of her dress.
"Thank you. I'd like a Grey Goose martini, two olives, stirred, please," she said, giving him a sexy smile. "I'm Romy, by the way."