She reaches down and takes your hand. She has smaller hands than you with soft warm skin that for some reason suggests you should trust this woman. She starts walking and gently tugs you along with her to a table around the corner of the bar in a small alcove. There are two leather armchairs there with small circular table and a lit candle on it.
The woman ushers you into one of the chairs before leaving you and heading to the bar.
You don’t have the will to argue right now a slump heavily into the chair. You admire her large swaying bottom as it disappears around the corner picking up the tightness of her dress and the faintest outline of a thong.
You look at the time on your phone and there are no messages to distract you, neither is there signal where you are sat.
The woman returns quickly and hands you a glass of water. You smile, thanking her and for the first time you look at her face. She has strong sharp features that remind you of a strict teacher, that is not to say she is unattractive. On the contrary, she has dark brown hair that lightly curls just over her shoulder, deep blue eyes and full red lips. As you watch her lips you see them move before realising she was saying something.
‘Are you ok? Come on, drink, you’ll feel better’