His confusion only serves to amuse her, a gleam of enjoyment touching those bright eyes. “Not what you were expecting?” she asks, a twist of a smile on those ruby red lips. “That’s usually the case.”

She notices, of course, the way his eyes trail over her body, in a path many a man has taken. Not that she blames him, she is stood in such a way that perfectly shows off her assets. She looks over himself herself, assessing his appearance. Her eyes sweep across him, not even lingering on his choice of bowtie - he’ll find he’s in good company in this city.