It's hard to know how much of the routine is just an act, but the one thing that's definitely not an act is the cigarettes. She chain smokes to keep from shaking, to maintain that ease in the high stress of the situation. Pacing, turned away from Ms. Saika, it gives a brief chance to fix her composure. She takes a few deep breaths, patrolling the room, before turning her head back on her shoulder. She offers a hungry little smile over her shoulder at Saika at the offer, sashaying her way back. The cigarette put out in the ashtray, leaning back onto the coffee table. "I was just thinking bottled water, but why not? Cognac would be wonderful...."

She's attentive of Miss Saika, eyes trailing her up and down, but when the counselor's attention shifts away, her eyes drift to the room, more sizing. Attention shifts slowly from interest to incredulous as the bomb shell drops. Really? Had this woman even looked at her history? Her brows shoot up. "Well, Miss. I went from rehab to an isolated all-girl's boarding school. So, I mean, no. My sex life's not all that." As the sentence is coming out, a twist comes to her mouth, an easy cheshire smile. "But I'm sure I'll survive somehow."

"Sure, Miss. I know how to drink anything."

Sinking to a lounge in the corner of the couch, arms sprawled at ninety degrees, legs comfortably open. While Natsuki busies herself pouring the drink, Anna takes to restlessly watching the room. She leans back forward to take her drink, held at the stem, throwing back the cognac with succinct efficiency. She pushes the half empty glass forward, wiggling her brows. Tongue licks the candy-liquor taste from her lips as she settles back attentive on the counselor.

In the process, her expression shifts from befuddled, to startled, to bemused. She sips again from the glass, grin curled around the wide rim, eyes wide and expressive over the lip of the drink. "I appreciate that. But I don't think I need a pimp, Miss."

She hides coyly behind the glass, letting her eyes make all her moves. She pushes to a sharper seat, back straight, breasts pulled up and to attention in the tight shirt. She lowers the glass, swirling the cognacin smooth waves. Eyes follow the splashes as her brows are raised to Natsuki. "Mmhhmm. Professional code of conduct." She slides the glass to the table, empty, ready for a refill. She watches the woman for a while, a wry play on her lips, eyes intent, then, "Is it hard being a pretty faculty member at an all-girl's school?"

a pretty faculty member with access to drugs. and psych evals. Natch!

While she preens, Anna reaches for the Hennessy, pouring herself out a healthy glass. She smiles sly back at her, eyes visibly trailing the counselor as she displays her body. She's leaned forward, skin-tight jeans low down her hips as she adjusts, arms on knees, back curved forward, attentive. Fingers curl under the glass, dangling it in the space before her. She sips.
It was intended more as inquisition than compliment, but she'll take it.

She fashions a blush as the guised demon returns the compliment. "I like a dick as next as the next girl, Miss, but... You read my file. I'm glad to be clear of boys for a nice long time." A scoff at the counselor's last comment. "Having access to their psych files can't hurt either."

Flippant, quick, she reels it in. Her tongue taps a canine, mouth subtly parted. "What would you do with my hair?"

She's very aware of Ms. Saika's attentions, steadfastly keeping pose while the older woman looks her over, sinking more comfortably as she's thoroughly done. She coos at the attention, unable to hide a smile. She leans over the table to give the counselor access, her head tilting subconsciously to the side, exposing her neck at the compliment. She tucks her hair back behind her ears. "I'm just about the furthest thing from aristocratic...." Not that she's denouncing any of the flattery...

She rolls her eyes over the glass as the counselor grows pedantic, begins with the explanations of things she knows. But she keeps quiet, keeps sipping. "Mmhhmm. I'd imagine it's great, having the luxury to do whatever you want." and all these girls like fish in a barrel.

She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, momentarily thoughtfulf, or that's the impression she wants. She knows where to lead as soon before Natsuki even talks. Her cheeks are pink from the liquor, lips loose. She flicks a stray, fat droplet from the rim of the glass. "You're the one who asked me here, Miss. I'd guess the direction of conversation depends on whether I'm a job or am I part of your personal objectives?" A smirk. My my. How vague.

"Mm. How mysterious." Her head spins a little. Everything is so warm. She settles the glass back on the table. Those eyes are penetrating alright. Anna adjusts hers to the floor, lashes fluttered, legs open, heel of her palms beside her hips, fingers splayed out. She cocks her head to the side.

"I'm sure that's exactly what you want to do." her voice falling to a purr, daring Miss Saika to lean in closer to hear. She leans forward. "I just want the same thing. A warm, comfortable niche. A role to play... So how are we gonna find that out, Miss?" Eyes flicking up to meet hers, lips a near pout, the fever wash of the alcohol lapping at her tight sense of control. "You have some sort of... ah... evaluation test?" At this point, her voice is nearly a whisper.