Elfie
Really Really Experienced
The man does not shy away, even as his eyes shamelessly travel down, to look at her breasts.
"Well, I do know a couple of pilots and captains who come here from time to time, I can ask around arrange a meeting. Convincing them, would be of course your job." He refilled her glass again - only know she noticed he did not touch his glass. "As for my service... Let's say two hundred and a bonus?" He suggested.
She inclines her head to catch his gaze, guiding his eyes back to hers, aware from the valley of her cleavage. At the same time though, she raises her arm with her glass aloft, pressing one soft pink breast against the other.
Two hundred. Not bad. She makes a mental note of the figure: that leaves 19,800 credits. Still a small fortune to a girl like her. But she’ll be keeping count.
“Let’s drink to it, then.” She grins. The tiniest misgiving stirs in her slightly softened mind, and she pauses, waiting for him to raise his glass and drink. She’s probably being paranoid. But it’s kept her alive this long.