It was not in Marla's nature to lounge quietly alongside, where no one would notice her. She wanted to be noticed -- needed it, in fact, like normal people needed water or food. Rather than sit, Marla had taken up a position near the front of the room, in clear view of everyone who chanced to look her way. Standing, she practically melted into the wall at her shoulder, a profile of indescribable and unarguable beauty with long legs, a firm bottom, and breasts emphasized by her folded arms beneath them -- and the fact she didn't seem to be wearing a bra.
At the mention of helping to move, Marla finally stirred. With a languid stretch that only seemed to push out her breasts further, she said, "Most of my staff is still working. I'll get some of my boys to do the heavy lifting."
Turning to the audience, she tossed her head in a motion which brushed her red hair over her shoulder. "Anyone not moving to the block of rooms set aside should also see me if they don't want their turn-down service interrupted." That was business. Now, for pleasure. With one smile, she somehow conveyed so much more as she turned back to Sean. "Call me if there's anything else I can do."