#(caladh001)

It was just another night at the Candy Shop for Iona --or Ginger, as she went by when she was in these walls. She twirled and shook to the beat of the music onstage, strategically losing articles of clothing along the way, but never showing too much. Just enough to keep the customers looking her way, just enough to make them want a little bit more.

When her number was over, that didn’t mean she was done for the night. Now came time to mingle, to schmooze, to find the richest person in the room that night and help them come to the conclusion that they absolutely needed to spend the night with her, regardless of the cost. Keen eyes searched through the crowd, before settling on an unfamiliar face; unfamiliar, but he had that air about him, the one that spoke of money, and lots of it.

She didn’t walk up to him directly; that would be too easy. Instead, she walked past him to the bar, her gaze falling on him only long enough for their eyes to meet, a whisper of a smile playing on her lips, before she paused at the bar to wave at the bartender. “Gin and tonic, if you please,” she ordered in a lilting voice, dancing in place as she waited to see if the rich boy with the dark hair would take the bait.