"And when do you think I might be returning to my room?" she asked with that mix of innocence and mischief in her eyes. It was pretty clear she was trying her very best to make him imagine every detail of this hypothetical encounter. Would she return that night to sleep in her own bed? Or maybe they would so be exhausted it wouldn't be until morning. Or perhaps it would be even later. They could get distracted again in the morning. She explained the toast to him and inspected his glass as he held it out to her. "Good, you wouldn't want to fall short of a Russian toast," she told him with a teasing smile.
Her smile grew as he nodded with the idea of dancing. Nadya easily threw back her mostly full drink, leaving the empty cup on the bar just before his hand closed around her to lead her to the dance floor. She glanced back once as Ksenia as she and Killa made their way on to the dance floor. she knew her friend could fend for herself but it didn't change the fact that she had been worried about her of late. At least she wasn't alone.
Nadya wasn't oblivious to the looks she received as they walked through the crowd. It didn't phase him much. it tended to be like that, people either loved her, hated her, or didn't know anything enough to care. She was grinning as he pulled her towards him and moved his hand to her hip. It was easy for her to find a beat to the music. Her movements were fluid but sensual.
"Oh, I definitely think they will distract each other. Ksenia only stays focused for short periods of time" she answered with a laugh as the music continued to play. He was dancing with his drink still in his hand which Nadya couldn't help but be amused by. She was tempted to take it from him and finish it but a pair of chatting Korean girls caught her attention. Well, really it was both the graphic and very rude content of their chatting that caught her attention.
"Skinny little white bitch getting in here," one grumbled as they glared at her. they had just finished a very lengthy conversation about all the things they would very much like to do with Killa and the rest of his group. Though it was clear the fact that Killa was dancing with Nadya was not acceptable. "Damn Slutty White girls, how much you think she charges?"
"Is that an inquiry or uneducated attempt at being petty?" She asked as she turned from Killa. The girls gave her a very confused look before she continued but this time in damn near perfect Korean. "It's generally unwise to assume that no one can understand you. And just so you know it is far more slutty to be spending a whole song wondering about all the things you could do with Killa or Nafla. It seems a shame you are unable to get their attention." she stopped speaking letting her smirk pick up again as the girls gapped at her. She turned back to Killa then to smile at him.
"Its easier to dance with free hands," she said in English before she took his drink and finished it for him. "Here, a gift," she told the girls in Korean as she turned to hand them his cup.
"Where were we?" she asked, her attention back on him. She let her hands move up his chest to his shoulders as she let the beat of the music lead her dance again.