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ᴏ ᴛ ᴛ ɪ ʟ ᴇ ʏ (ottiley) wrote in deadofnightplot,

Smiling some, she took the glass from him and gestured toward one of the servers to take it away as she moved around to sit on one of the large circular benches in front of his seat that were meant for putting the girls on display. It gave Desi a look at every inch of her as she rested a palm down to maintain her weight and kept her gaze on his eyes.

She could see he was attractive but for now it was just a conversation. He didn’t look like the type to pay.

“That’s right…What gave me away?” It wasn’t as though she wore a name tag anywhere, but she felt a touch amused at his second question. “I wouldn’t say I was a stripper or a destroyer, a dancer and perhaps a force in my own right.”

Ottiley never removed any clothing when she took the stage; she just didn’t necessarily wear much most occasions. "And what about you Mr. Vargas? I was told to give you anything you want within our ability to serve here. What makes you so important?" In all likely hood, it wasn't necessarily right to ask such a bold question but Ottiley was curious. With the server returning with a fresh tumbler of scotch for Desi, she waved off the offer of a drink for herself and kept her eyes fixed on his.