"Exactly." Porrim laughs, waving a hand. Not that she's denying it--she knows she looks good. "Funny you should say that. I was an assistant stylist for the past some-odd years. But to be honest, it sucked the fun out of the whole thing for me. Escorting is a far better gig for me personally."

She glances down at her bags. "Oh! If you'd like--that's so nice of you." Her tone is more than a little flirty, even if she feels vaguely like a cradle-robber for that fact. "I was actually headed back to my flat."