Gemma came to these meetings because she wanted to keep a finger on the pulse of the local businesses and make contacts for future exploitation, or as the Muggles called it, networking. She wasn't one to change her style for this crowd, though, and appeared in her usual ensemble of skin-tight denim, knee-high heeled boots, a sleeveless shirt (today it was lavender), and long silver chains around her neck. She sat on her seat with one leg tucked in under her as she listened to the conversation and occasionally put in her own few knuts' worth. Occasionally, she would look around at those in attendance, particularly the women, and when bored, would imagine them naked on her massage table and wonder how soft their skin would be under her hands were she to massage them the Muggle way.
Thankfully, the official discussion didn't last much longer and the meeting came to her favourite part - the snack break. There was a table set up with coffee and tea, and a small selection of foods that had been brought in by various attendees (Gemma tended to bring a selection of after-dinner mints that actively cleaned and refreshened a person's mouth when the sucked upon them) and Gemma wasted no time in getting herself some earl grey and a chocolate croissant.