She moved with ease and grace through the crowds, acting as if she had been born a part of the Gotham elite. She discreetly introduced herself to a few men and older women, and then let them control further introductions, slowly but firmly establishing herself as one of them. It was easy for her, she just looked at it as another part of her plans.
She chatted easily with the young men, flirting, but in a demure manner that would have her labelled a carefree young girl, and not a tramp. She chatted also with the young women, who were endlessly fascinated by her hair, asking all kinds of questions about what shampoo, and how long it took to brush, and who her stylist was. She answered them all with a cheerful air, commending herself for having the foresight to ask Gabriel to find a stylist of good repute, and see to it that she moved to the top of his client list.
All of these were simple, yet perfectly calculated moves. She was the centre of attention, but not in an overbearing or ostentatious way. She was careful to bring the attention to other girls once in a while, so that they would admire her humility, and feel as if they were friends. She used her hair and body but did not flaunt them, and when one drunk man asked her upstairs to inspect her more closely, she laughed lightly, winked at him, and wandered off to the next group. All went perfectly, until she noticed the imposing figure staring at her from across the room.