Naamah sidled up to the Redfalme, all hips and lips. A few fleeting, vacuous promises and a carefully placed hand on his chest and groin made him bend to her will. He knew damn well she wasn't supposed to move towards him, he had demanded that nobody did, but he simply didn't care anymore as her mouth met his and his urges stirred beneath her touch. That was precisely how Naamah wanted it.
Known to Mr. Cooper and Mack but unknown to Ben, Naamah had been contacted to arrive to be a means of protection for him this evening. Put simply... Naamah was to be the mans bodyguard while Mack ran his job for him, Naamah was sent as extra protection to keep his client alive. Mack had already been paid half upfront as prearranged, and would be paid the other half after the conclusion of his job. Naamah is an old friend of Macks and has helped him out in the past, however they work very well together and are able to keep it professional no one would know that they even knew one another. Such is the game.
Redflame is distracted by the seductress and his men look mighty confused but they dare not question their tyrannical leader. Tank and Razor are completely dumbfounded. "Eh... Boss... Do you want use to grab him?" Redfalme smiles a big grin, as he looks deep into Naamah's eyes, the words go through one ear and out the other. Redflame is completely under her dark influence now, if she ordered him to bark like a dog he would, if she told him to shoot Razor in the face, Razor would be dead right now.