She caught a glimpse of the deep red bodice of her dress in the reflective glass of the door as she entered the chic restaurant. The woman in the black mini-dress had made herself very obvious at the bar and her high-heel stopped tapping against the leg of her stool as the matching red lips smiled at her. “May I buy you a drink?” The red-clad, recent arrival asked as she sat down in the stool beside the black haired woman. This one certainly enjoyed matching colour schemes, she thought, as she heard the answer to her question; “Black Martini.” and almost laughed.

The two exchanged a mirthful glance before the one in black added: “Served upstairs, please…” Before the brunette in red nodded and offered her hand as they both dismounted their stools and headed to the stairway.

From the corner of her eye she could see a man throw back his drink and get up to follow. She swung her hips a bit more as she artfully sauntered in her red satin heels. This would be an easy night’s work. And…perhaps enjoyable too.