Make the first move with red...

As you approach the red-headed beauty, you take a moment to look her over. You've always liked red heads, and you take note that her breasts are larger than most red heads, straining against the soft green cloth of her dress and revealing amazing cleavage.

"I know this may sound...used, but have we met?" you begin calmly.

"I...no, I don't think so," she mumbles. Her eyes meet yours, and seem to drift shyly down your chest. "Would you like to sit down?"

Settling yourself on the low couch beside her, you offer to buy her a drink.

"Thank you, but I'm not much of a drinker. I do crazy things when I drink, like the time I..." She stops, putting a hand over her full, red lips. "I'm sorry, I'm babbling. My name is Samantha."

You introduce yourself and begin an innocent conversation about her stay in the hotel. She tells you about herself, and that she came to see her sister. Samantha tells you that, as she has never been in a city this large, she endulged a little, and got an expensive room on one of the top floors.

"I'm sorry, am I babbling again? It's just that...your face seemed so familiar, and I...well I wanted to meet you, but chickened out."

You assure her that it took a lot for you to walk up to such a beautiful young woman, too.

Her pale cheeks blushed in pleasure.

"The view from my room really is magnificent. Would you like to see it?" she asks.