The bodyguard wasn't the typical flirtatious girl for men. She was distant, only fulfilling her mission of protecting those Russian mobsters for money. She wasn't a party girl, but tonight she needed some fresh air, some neon light and darkness, where everyone was smoking, drinking, and dancing. But she was sitting in a barrier, a bubble of herself, alone and cold. It wasn't long before she saw a girl named Traci, a nightclub dancer, sitting at a table in that revealing outfit, clearly because of what she does for a living. She seemed alone, tired of this, but even her makeup hid her. I don't know why she wanted to get closer at that moment... she saw her so pretty, no... she's not a lesbian, or is she? But there it was, she sat right next to her, without seeing her. "Lost?"