praying for love in a lap-dance

"I would, but first I have to know what to call you," she responded, "or do you not have a name? Because if you don't I'll have to make one up for you." She finished matter-of-factly, waiting for a response. He seemed the good-natured sort so she felt like she could heckle him a bit. It was nice.

Vienna's somewhat childish naivety extended to the opposite sex rather wholeheartedly, though his attractiveness wasn't lost on her. She just took it as a fact and moved on to making friends, her own skills in flirting in the negatives at even the best of times.