+10 - You manage to meet Kiana without interrupting someone else.

You watch her carefully yet discreetly, taking a sip of your drink as you rise from the booth. With seemingly precise timing, you start walking towards her, your eyes picking up her auburn curls from among the big crowd. Moving around a passing waitress, and then another dancer who is talking to another patron, you come within a clear distance of her. You see her in an Irish plaid skirt, with colors that doesn't necessarily match her family lineage. The matching plaid argyle socks she wears goes up to her mid-thighs, and makes her black, front-laced ankle boots stand out more. Her black leather corset complements the skirt, and a white blouse adds to the relative decency of being out on the floor. As you come closer to her, she turns, her auburn curls flowing gently, and she gives you a smile.

"Good evening, Eric." Kiana tells you, her rich, sultry voice fills your ears.

"Good evening to you, Kiana." You return the smile as you come close enough to her. "I do not suppose I am not interrupting anything, no?"

"Of course, not, Eric." She giggles, and takes a sip of her Irish whiskey from a stout mug. "I hope you are enjoying yourself tonight."

"Yes, I am." You tell her, and take a sip of your own drink. "How about you? Have the others treated you well?"

"So far, so good." She smiles, reaching up with her free hand, she pushes a few stray curls off of her face, and over her shoulder. "Well, Eric, do you have a request tonight? Is there something you would like from me that has made you rise from your place in the booths while I was out on stage?"

"Yes, how about a lap dance tonight, Kiana?" You ask her. "If you have the time to give me one, I would love to feel your thick body on mine tonight."