I had an idea what I was up against. And maybe it was time to turn a few heads?

[Even perched on a bar stool in a stiff and revealing dress, wearing four inch heels, Natasha still projects the impression that she'd be more than up to a challenge if one presented itself.

Showing some skin, painting her face, those things still don't make her vulnerable. It's not a power move, or a display of confidence. Just a fact.]

But I'd like to say I'm making... let's call them contacts.