Dr. Foley was standing outside Cheri's dorm location momentarily wondering if he should really be there. Earlier he had run into her at the employee tonyata lounge. It wasn't entirely unexpected, as he'd adjusted the computer records to move up his tonyata rotation specifically to 'accidentally' run into her. However, at the time it couldn't have been further from his mind. Goddess Susan, from plant biotics, had just sublimely relaxed and serviced him. Her bubbly and sexy personality pulled his mind away from mundane troubles, with a bit of help from her Goddess-sized busty swimsuit model body. He still felt himself stir when he saw Cheri. He wasn't sure what it was about her. She was certainly pretty, but no-more-so than any of the Rashja perfected female staff. She was slender compared to Susan, a bit less sensual stripper body, a bit more evening-gown class. He wondered if it was because he knew her well. She was certainly competent in the lab. Or maybe it was the way he seemed to notice sexy moments in here, even when she was just in the lab in her labcoat.

Before his mind found a point to it's drifting reconsideration, the door opened. Cheri was stunning. She was in a classy and more full coverage black mini-dress designed to make the Goddess transition fit in better in the workplace. Her head was only a smidge above the seven-foot door frame. "Dr. Foley, thank you for coming." Her gesture invited him in. What was he doing here? She was sort-of his employee. This might have mattered in any other workplace. It didn't matter in the resort. He followed her in. The dorm was furnished in standard resort dorm style. They were all one bedroom units, with a small living room area and a bedroom. 

"I'm happy to be here. You eluded to something very important I could help you with." They sat on chairs near each other. From her size, this might be her last evening or two at home. Once she became a bit more progressed, she'd need to make herself comfortable in the main resort for the remainder of her Goddess rotation. His pulse quickened at the thought that his window of opportunity was slipping away. Still, she seemed distant. Making the leap to connect them didn't seem easy. "Ohh, and please call me Simon." 

At that she smiled, and extended her hand to his knee. "Simon," she seemed to revel in using his first name. It might have been the first time she'd ever done it. "As you can see, I'm mid-progression preparing for a Goddess Rotation. I feel the best way to observe patron-113 is from within the resort." A bit unconventional, but not unreasonable. "The sooner I can get close to him, the sooner I can truly understand the situation, and I'm almost three feet shy of my ten-foot target." Her face flashed embarrassment as if she had mis-spoken for a moment. "I don't mean to sound... Forgive me, I did not invite you here just for..." His spirit sank a little bit at her back-step. Why was he here? She stumbled at her words. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" He paused, a little surprised at the question. "I mean like a date." 

He should have realized it sooner. The evening dress, the meeting in a private space. He considered asking her months ago, still no sense fretting about that now. "I would love to." Her smile beamed at his response.