The redhead in question looked down at her own apparel and blushed slightly before looking back up at him. She said "flattery doesn't get you anywhere with me, you'll have to remember that. As for this" she pulled at the bottom of his vest "it's not about the clothes. It's about the man inside them." She smirked and winked before walking past him and toward the bar. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled before looking back at the doors. Amena blushed softly, thanking the night for hiding her crimson cheeks from view.

She hadn't been so bold before. Not in her life. Not even with her husbands before. Was it that her soulmate brought it out or was it the night that effected her so? Amena shook her head as she walked in and grabbed a seat at the bar, her head and heart swimming. He was the most attractive man she had ever seen in her many years of being on this earth. She could feel her past self coming through and she did not want that to happen.