She seems willing. For now.

"It's not a problem at all John," she tells you, smiling at you as you walk her the rest of the way to her room and continues chatting with you, "I find it very flattering when guys are unable to keep from staring. But you do know I have fiancee, right?"

You DID know that, of course, but you also know that you don't see his name anywhere on your guest list for the weekend, which no doubt means Celeste is in New Orleans for the week alone, and right now, you were going to do your damnedest to change that.

"I sure do Celeste," you tell her as you swipe her key card and swing open the door to her room, "but I also happen to know that you're here by yourself all this week."

"Is that so?" she teases you as you jot your number down and leave it by the bedside table, just as you had done for all the Divas you had seen so far and start to head out the door of her room to let her get acquainted with her surroundings.

"Then you should probably know that I don't fuck fans," she tells you, giving you a sly smile and a wink as you head out, satisfied that she has put you in your place for now.

"Well...what if I told you I wasn't a fan?" you tell her, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she invites into her room to continue chatting with you, "wouldn't that make what I'm trying to pursue as just another random hook-up?"