Unfortunately Az's own knowledge of music was mostly limited to the what'll-get-your-blood-pumping variety. All different genres, but all geared towards making the listener (or viewer, as the case may be), think of sex. Sex sells, and sells well. It was one of the basic tenets of the advertising world, and one that Az adhered to religiously. Cars, perfumes, soda, even candy was presented like sexual stimulants on a silver platter.
"Oh, I haven't heard of her before, what kind of music is she involved with?" Some of her business instincts were perking, even though she had told Jeb that she would leave business temporarily behind for the duration of the trip. But if there was an artist's songs that might invoke a sound to back up a product...how could she resist. Az liked to say that she could resist everything but temptation.
Closing her eyes momentarily as the woman massaging her left hand rubbed her thumb down the middle of her palm, squeezing yet another drop of tension away, Az took a second before responding to the question presented to her. "I'm in advertising. My career is built upon seeing, hearing and feeling sex everywhere, and making sure that others do too." It was a facet of her job that fit in neatly with her own personality, and she could say without bragging that she was good at her job.
Although it was a bit difficult to discern Molly's meaning at first, if one listened, they could understand. Az sent a small smile her way, "I never was a girl in search of a Prince, myself. Always too distracted by the stablehands." Jeb, for instance.