She unclipped the rope, admitting him, before turning slightly and gestured to the partially curtained booth where the sexy laughter had originated. A raven’s luck, Raven thought ruefully as he approached the curtain.
The woman within was a stunner, but he had known that already, as it went with the laughter. A man in leathers was between her legs, his face hidden between her thighs, and one of her legs – one of her divine legs he noted, with excellent muscle tone and killer stiletto heeled boots - was draped over his shoulder.
Her eyes met his, and she took a drag on the hookah on the table and blew a smoke ring his way. “Like something that you see?” She asked him, with open invitation. The man between her legs did not look up. He just lifted her other leg over his brawny shoulder and increased his efforts.