Not at all

For a moment she lifts her eyes from her phone and looks you up and down.

"Go ahead." She replies, with a British accent, showing the slightest hint of a smile before returning to her phone.

"I caught your performance earlier, that was quite the show."

"Thanks." She replies, her eyes momentarily darting over to look at the bulge in your pants now that you've sat down.

As she sees this, her engagement with you seems to enhance, putting her phone down to talk to you.

"Cute baby. Is that your little one?" You ask.

"Yes she is. She's my precious little sweetheart." She replies in a baby voice, half talking to you and half to her baby.

After that she seems to be done breastfeeding, placing her child in it's stroller before sitting back down. A drop of milk drips down her breast but she uses a finger to wipe it up before licking it from her hand.

"So are you their pimp or something?" Sarah asks, indicating the twins.

"Yeah, something like that." You reply. "Oh, happy birthday by the way." You say.

"Thanks!" She replies, this time with more of a smile. "You know, I was gonna have a little bit of a celebration with some of the security guys soon, you should come by, there will be cake and stuff." She continues, this time shamelessly staring at the bulge in your pants with the same hungry eyes you see from Mia and Tracy all the time.

"Sounds nice, I'll be sure to stop by."

Sarah stands and grabs her stroller before heading to the door.

"I'll see you then." She says with a wink, before exiting the room.