Miss: Jaina doesn't throw herself sexually at you (yet), but she does give you an acoustic performance.

"Jaina," you tell her, "what a pleasant surprise."

"Indeed," she tells you, as she walks in, carrying a guitar case, "and not having to worry about my brother, this time."

"Had a performance earlier today?" You ask her.

"A studio recording, to be exact." She tells you. "Not for some big record company, but it was still in good time."

"Must be a long day, then." You tell her, as she puts the guitar case on a recliner.

"Yeah, it was." She settles on the couch, and you join her afterwards, with a couple glass of iced water, where she takes one and sips. "There were some moments where I felt like I was frustrating the director, because he wanted me to scream in a certain way. Then he wanted my tone and voice to be in another way, when I was doing a couple of acoustic pieces."

"Isn't that better, sometimes," you ask her, "then having to do your dances in a certain way?"

"All the time, to be honest." She tells you, as she opens her case, and pulls out her acoustic guitar. "That's why I don't do it very often at 'The Burning Hammer', especially if it's a heavy metal band that's playing."

"You don't like banging your head around that much?" You ask her.

"Not too much, or it strains my neck." She tells you, as she plays a few test notes on the guitar. "I get enough neck strain from wearing certain tops. (Pause) Mind if I play a few solos for you?"

"Sure, why not." You tell her.

"Now be honest of what you think, when I do it." Jaina tells you. "I want to be doing more of this, instead of dancing so much--though I could do a little dance while singing and playing my guitar on stage."

"Is that your long-term plan?" You ask her.

"Yes, Eric." She tells you. "I know I won't have an exotic dancer's body forever, so this is one way I'm preparing for that transition. I want to continue doing my thing for 'The Steel Maidens Biker Club' too. If all that fails, then I can always help my family out with the business they run."

You watch her do a few solos, listening to the way she plays the guitar, and how her singing voice comes out. In between, you try to keep your eyes on her face, instead of her big breasts. So when she finishes playing, she puts the guitar away, and then looks to you.

"What do you think, Eric?" Jaina asks you, taking a sip of water.

"You put alot of emotion into the singing," you tell her, "with room to improve on the transition from one tone of voice, to another."

"Aaww, thank you, Eric." She tells you, moving to sit on your lap. "I was hoping you like it."