A Classy Looking Woman

The woman had to be in her mid 30's, from what little Emma could make out she had quite the body, huge tits, wide hips, and she wore very classy clothes, a top and short skirt combo. Emma was tipping the glass with the tips of her fingers, "Whoure you?" she mumbled drunkenly.

The woman smiled, "Is this seat occupied?" she asked, Emma looked at where she was gesturing and she shook her head somberly. The woman sat down, "Names Patricia Margrove, I was looking for some company for the night and... well you caught my attention." she explained. She grabbed the bottle, and shook it, "What's got you in the blues honey?" She asked.

Emma tipped the glass then let it rest, "What'dyou want?" She slurred, "Why you here?" she mumbled.

Patricia smiled then she scooted closer and pulled the hood down slightly. "Emma Watson." She whispered, "Heard you recently got futanized wasn't sure how true it is though, also heard you were dating Anna... though seeing as you're here alone I guess that's not true." She said.

Emma lashed out and pulled her head back up, "What're you some kind of reporter?" She snarled her anger giving her words clarity.

Patricia backed off, "Nope just a woman with connections here and there that happens to also be an office worker is all." She soothed, "I thought you'd want someone to help bring you out of your funk maybe give you a good time... but if that's not on your mind I'll just leave." she said and she made to stand up.

Emma, in her drunkenness thought about it, having sex for the first time, it was obvious Anna wouldn't give it to her... if this lady was... maybe... she should just do it...