Sera, being Sera, had discreetly pulled her top downward an inch or so before entering the room. Enough boobage to be sexy but not trashy. Such was the line girls attempted to slither up to. She smiled at Dom, admiring his complete gorgeousness as she came to a stop beside him.
Being handed the glass made her smile widen up until she took a sip and found that it was now rum and coke... without the rum. Really? She rolled her eyes a little and held it so that he could take it back when he was ready. Cheap trick.
"I'm sure he knows," she said of the painting. Her father wasn't the sort of man who'd get hoodwinked and sold a fake painting; surely he had his own reasons for having it displayed here. Even if it was only to gain quiet amusement from some visitors thinking it was an actual Renoir. "You should," she said, brightening at the notion of Dom bringing some of his artwork here. "I'd love to see it."