Ichiro turned around as he heard quiet clicking of heels on the marble floor, his eyes falling upon Lola's scintillating form.  He'd seen her in the hotel only a few times, but the few times were more than enough to inspire an interest in the classic beauty. He dipped his head in welcome, offering his trademark grin that was equal parts mischief and mystery.

[color=004b80]"Of course not, Ms. Earnest. In fact, it will be my pleasure."[/color] 

Her smile did not help his self-control, but he managed with his rigorous discipline. Good things came to those who waited. Yet, he was beginning to rethink the adage when she threw back a shot of whiskey and licked any remainder from her mouth with a sensual swipe of the tongue. He felt the familiar fire of lust and allowed himself that same smile. He brazenly looked her from her well-styled hair down to her wonderfully painted toes. He poured another cup of sake into the small cup, tossing it back easily, not to be outdone by anyone. She was not the only seductress he'd known in his illustrious life, but she was the most confident he'd met. That trait might have been just as appealing as the form-fitting dress and her bedroom eyes. [color=004b80]"You look simply ravishing in that dress, Lola. Yet... probably more so [i]out[/i] of it,"[/color] countered Ichiro, comfortable and confident. He had begun to lean towards her, one arm laid upon the bar, his hand resting just past the arm she leaned with on the counter. 

He was briefly distracted by the sound of an altercation, but it was merely the rasta girl asserting herself over another. Inconsequential when the real event was the vision of a woman in front of him. His focus re-centered on his drinking companion. He poured another shot of sake and indicated for the bartender to do the same for Lola. He picked up the whiskey, holding it between three fingers and offering it to Lola as he held a shot of his own sake.