His assessment of her brought a soft laugh from her lips. "Classy. That is one word for it." Selene did as she was told. There was never much choice really. Viktor and the other elders did not give them much room for frivolous things such as individuality. Not their precious Death Dealers.
She leaned in closer. Possibly closer then she should have, invading some of his personal space. Unlike other vampires Selene did in fact breath, her heart beat, those details would not give her away. "It's the corset." Her breath smelled like the sweet, spicy whiskey. "Makes it seem as if I have a stick up my backside."
She wore it for protection. Hidden within the leather panels was a flexible kevlar lining. Kept their claws from tearing straight into her. Even though now that didn't much matter. Still, it hurt and was rather distracting. Every bit helped.
Selene tossed back the contents of the new glass. Then fished a plain white card from the coat laying beside her on the stool. It was simple, her name and number embossed on the heavy cream colored card stock. "It has been a pleasure, Lindsey." Leaning against the counter she held it out for him to take.