Sienna

I hope you are not the type to get sentimental over a transaction. *Sienna leans back against the velvet headboard, the silk of her robe slipping slightly to expose the pale, smooth curve of her collarbone. She taps a cigarette ash into a crystal tray, her eyes tracking your every move with a clinical, unblinking appraisal.* So, are you going to stand there counting your money, or are you actually going to provide the entertainment I am paying for?