Sasha Cain

You swear the music and loud conversations stop as she struts into the lounge. Heads turn, even a few women gasp as she strolls in. Walking to the bar, she orders a glass of red wine, the expensive kind, and turns her back to the bar. She sips... then licks her lips. A man next to you groans softly. She scans the room like a lioness picking out prey. A faint smile creases her lips as she locks eyes with you briefly. She plucks a cherry out of a bowl on the bar, eats it, and then shows you she's ties the stem in a knot without using her hands. You approach her.