Fiona meets you.

A few minutes after Lana heads to the back, you see the Romanian Gypsy, Fiona, head to the floor to meet you. Off was her "Dance of the Seven Veils" outfit, and on was a short dress that was cut low to show her cleavage, and was backless. She has a pair of open-toed heels on, but she is otherwise wearing nothing else on her legs. Her brown hair goes down to about mid-back, and her soft hazel eyes gazes into yours, when she gets close enough. Fiona gives you a gentle hug, and then takes the spot across the table, looking to you.

"So you're the man that Lana has been talking about." Fiona gives you a smile. "Eric, right? It's finally good to meet you formally."

"Yes, that's me." You respond to Fiona's question. "I've never seen a girl do a 'dance of the seven veils' before."

"There aren't many who does it these days." Fiona tells you. "And before you ask, yes, I am a Romanian Gypsy. My family is a native of Romania, but moved to the states after the fall of the Soviet Union. I still have family members in Upstate New York, which was where my family moved to, where we maintain most of our Gypsy culture."

"So when did you move here?" You ask her.

"My parents moved here before I was born." She tells you. "My mother was a dancer herself, albeit more of a normal stage dancer than an exotic one. My father has spent most of his life as a gymnastics coach, and he still does that today."

"Perhaps that explains why you can move so lithe." You tell her.

"That, plus I have dominant genes from my grandmother, who looked similar to me." Fiona tells you. "At first, I thought about making belly dancing or urban street dancing my primary discipline. Then I realized that I can do all of that in an exotic club setting."

"Any significant other waiting for you in between shifts?" You ask her, noting her various rings, and other jewelry.

"All the rings and other jewelry I wear hinting at it, Eric?" Fiona looks to you, then shakes her head. "But no, I don't have a boyfriend or hubby, yet."

You continue talking with Fiona, keeping it as normal as possible, although Fiona does tell you later of why she's taken a liking to you. But before you can delve more into her fascination with you, one of the male staff members comes to the table.

"Mr. Antonelle," the man tells you, with a thick Russian accent, "Miss Chiratova is waiting for you in the VIP room."

"Looks like Lana is ready for you, Eric." Fiona smiles, walking over to peck your cheek lightly. "Have fun, hon."