Alana places her briefcase on the floor and lays down onto the bed. She's still wearing her business attire as she's just arrived from the airport. Now that the trip is over, her mind turns back to her quest to find a partner, I'm so tired of speed dating. I wish someone would just walk into my life and take me away. She picks up the remote off the nightstand and turns on the TV. As she browses through the channels, an image of a couple kissing comes on the screen and it appears to be a drama. After watching for a while, her body starts to heat up and she has an idea. What if she goes on the offensive? Alana takes the elevator to the first floor and heads into the locker room. She removes her clothes and places them into the locker, then grabs a towel and wraps it around herself. When she opens the door to the sauna, it's empty. She takes a seat inside and looks over herself. Her belly is bulging a little, but it's over-shadowed by her breasts. It doesn't worry her; her breasts should be the main draw. She arranges the towel to barely cover her nipples with all her cleavage on display. "Hehe, if Mr. Right walks through that door, he won't be able to resist." Alana sits patiently. Sweat starts to form on her skin. Mostly from the heat, but she is a little nervous. It's not normal for her to try to attract someone so physically.

When the door to the sauna opens and a man walks in, she feels her heart skip a beat. He's tall and handsome. Not conventionally hot, but there's something about him that draws her attention. She looks over at him, trying not to look too obvious. His gaze flickers down towards her chest before looking back up at her face. Smiling softly, she pats the seat beside her invitingly. "Hi there."

She smiles warmly at him when he sits beside her. "I'm Alana," she introduces herself. His proximity is making her nervous, but also excited. "What brings you to the sauna tonight?" She asks, careful not to look down and focus on his crotch. The last thing she needs is a cheap fling, no matter how aroused it might make her feel.

She chuckles lightly. "Well, I'm here on business and this sauna just sort of became a... habit while traveling," she explains. She shifts slightly closer to him, unable to resist the urge. "I don't get many opportunities to really relax and let loose like this." She pauses for a moment before asking, "What about you? Is it your first time here?"

When he comments on her towel arrangement, she flushes slightly and adjusts it, making sure not to cover up too much. "Oh... Well," she begins nervously, "I'm not really one for modesty." Her cheeks feel hot as she says this; part of her thinks that admitting to having a lack of modesty isn't very polite. But then again, maybe he finds it sexy? She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "So," she continues brightly, "what brings you here tonight?"

She laughs lightly at his answer. "I'm actually here on business as well," she admits. "But tonight is my last night in town, so I have a bit more freedom." Her heart skips a beat; she hasn't mentioned her marital status or divorce to anyone yet and doesn't want him to think she's taken. "What about you?" she asks eagerly, leaning closer. "Do you... have any plans while I'm here?"

Her heart skips a beat at his question; it's exactly what she wanted to hear. With a daring grin, she leans in closer and whispers softly into his ear, "Maybe we could go get some dinner together? Then we can find something fun to do for the rest of the night." She bites her lower lip nervously, praying that he'll agree. "What do you think?"

With a smile so wide it threatens to split her cheeks, she turns her head slightly so that he can see her face light up with joy. "That sounds wonderful," she breathes out. Her heart is racing now, the anticipation making every nerve in her body tingle. "Give me your number and I'll text you once I get dressed?" She pauses, not wanting to appear overeager. "I mean... if that's okay with you."

Her brow furrows in confusion as he suggests following her to wait outside. "I... I don't know if that's such a good idea," she says slowly. Her tone is uncertain, not wanting to discourage him but also feeling uncomfortable with the suggestion. "What about just giving me your number and I can text you when I'm done? That way we both have each other's numbers." She pauses, then adds with a tentative smile, "It'll be safer that way, too."

She waits for his reply anxiously, her heart still racing. Part of her wants to insist that he follow her just to see what would happen, but another part is scared of the implications.

She blinks in surprise as he explains his reasoning. "Oh... Well," she says hesitantly, trying to hide her disappointment. "I'm sorry to hear that." She pauses for a moment before continuing more firmly, "But I really do think it would be safer and easier if you just gave me your number, so I can text you once I'm done getting dressed?" Her voice holds a hint of pleading, unsure whether he'll go along with her suggestion.

Her heart is still racing, her emotions in turmoil. A part of her wants to trust him and see where the night takes them, but another part can't shake the nagging doubt that it would be better to play things safe. She bites her lower lip nervously, waiting for his response.

She sighs, feeling both relief and disappointment wash over her as he confirms that his phone is broken. "Well," she says slowly, considering her options, "I'm not sure how much longer I'll be... If you'd like to wait here, maybe when I finish dressing we could go get something to eat together?" She pauses, wondering if this is too forward but deciding that it can't hurt.

Her heart still races, the anticipation making her feel both nervous and exhilarated at the same time. The man is undeniably attractive, and the idea of spending more time with him is incredibly appealing. But part of her can't help but feel unsettled by his insistence on following her and waiting outside for her to dress.

She waits for his reply, her breath catching in her throat as she holds her own, wondering what he

Her heart skips a beat as he returns her smile with one just as wide and innocent. There's something about his demeanor that makes him seem both charming and trustworthy, despite the initial awkwardness surrounding their meeting. She feels herself growing more and more hopeful that this encounter might lead somewhere special. As she dresses, she can't help but steal glances at him from time to time; his presence is intoxicating.

Once she's finished, she grabs her phone and text him the number before making her way out of the locker room, her step a little lighter than before. It feels good to have someone show interest in her, especially after all she's been through recently. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach as she approaches him again.

Smiling up at him, she says "I'm not picky; you can choose wherever you like." She knows that in the grand scheme of things, food isn't important right now but wants to play along and make sure he feels comfortable with her presence. It's an odd sensation, feeling so nervous yet excited at the same time. "Just lead the way," she adds softly.

Chuckling lightly, she leans in closer to him and whispers conspiratorially, "I'm pretty new here too, you know." She pauses for a moment before straightening up again. "I've heard good things about that Italian place across the street though. We could give it a try if you'd like?" Her voice holds a hint of eagerness and anticipation; she really hopes he agrees with her choice.

She can't help but smile at the sound of his voice in her ear; it sends a shiver down her spine as well. As they walk to the restaurant, she finds herself wanting to know more about him. His name is David, and he's here for work too, although he doesn't seem quite as stressed out about it as she used to be. They exchange stories over dinner, laughing together at shared experiences and finding common ground. The meal goes by quickly, but neither of them seems to mind; they're both having too much fun getting to know each other.

Her cheeks flush as she thinks about what they could do next. The idea of being intimate with David is thrilling, but at the same time, she's not sure if it's too soon for that. She takes a sip of her drink before answering, "We could maybe find a bar or something? I could use another drink and dancing always helps me loosen up." Her eyes meet his over the table, hopeful he feels the same way.