The busty pugilist.

“I respect your opinion.” She told her bodyguard, but walked instead toward the busty woman, who had just finished a shot, sinking a ball into a corner pocket. “Hello.” Teija smiled, resting her hip against the table next to the busty white haired beauty.

The woman turned her ice blue eyes to appraise the newcomer, and suddenly licked her lips. “Well hello.”

“Pugilist?” The priestess smiled.

“Martial artist. Rogue?” The woman countered.

“Priestess.” Teija smiled.

“Nice,” the woman smiled pressing up against the buxom brunette. “are you going to fill me with your divine inspiration?” She asked in a sultry voice, making every word sound dirty.

“I, what,” the priestess stammered “I want to hire you.”

“I'm not a prostitute.” The woman winked, rubbing her lips like feathers, across Teija's.

“Mercenary, I need, muscle.” The brunette stammered.

“Why don't we negotiate in my room?” The brazen woman suggested, even as she began leaving petal like kisses across her potential employers jaw line.

“I don't, even know your name.” Teija protested.

“You, can, call, me,” The woman murmured, between kisses, as she worked her way toward the baffled priestess's ear. “Sofia, or lover.” she groaned nibbling her sexy earlobe.