Re: Elevator
There was nothing upscale or refined about the way she said anything, including Turandot. If it wasn't for some French somewhere close to the surface in the DNA chain, she would look like every trashy girl out of Elizabeth. But her interest in the way he said it was genuine - not some street girl trying to impress him.
She glanced toward the stairs, then back at him. And, fuck, she hesitated a minute, because being in an enclosed space with someone possessing a dick was still new territory. But that's what tonight was about, right? Getting over this shit. And if he touched her, she'd knee him in the balls. He didn't look like a tough guy, Mister Silver Spoon. So, alright, she nodded her head and then turned for the steps he'd indicated.
The security member looked at her as she approached, as if he was waiting for validation from someone who looked like they mattered (or who was showing more tits and ass than she was), and she considered stomping on his foot. She didn't though, which she thought was really fucking considerate of her. Instead, she tipped her head to look up at him, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Asshole. I'm trying to get through."