He took a long draw of his brandy, sending a fiery trail down his throat. He leaned back in his chair, feeling lightheaded. He closed his eyes.After a...few long, uneasy moments, and without opening his eyes, Uridon finally spoke."All the platinum that has been spent by you and the Conclave will be returned."Roquan was too nonplussed to speak.Uridon tried to take another drink and gave up, putting his glass down, splashing brandy over the small table. He covered his face with his hands."You do. Mahmoud was a cold fish.She wore a severely tailored business suit and huge black rimmed glasses that made her plain unpainted face look even more depressing than if she had been wearing traditional attire. Her waist was a bit thick and her hips were at a disadvantage in the tight skirt. Her upper body was generously proportioned and the slight droop due to gravity was not particularly unappealing. In all honesty, he would have to admit she looked like a better than average candidate for a good. "We'd like a tour of the house, beginning with the recording equipment room."Have her lose the t-shirt, Nick." Maggie laughs. "I want to see what makes a man leave his wife." She says bitterly."Christina, take off your t-shirt and show us to the control room." I tell her. She immediately pulls the t-shirt over her head and d****s it over the handrail as she starts walking up the spiral staircase. We follow her, watching her ass cheeks ripple into alternating round bubbles as she walks up the. I saw that she was quite a pretty slim young girl with long dark hair trailing over her shoulders. I judged she probably was about sixteen or seventeen years of age. She looked well groomed and quite well dressed in a red anorak and black skirt with knee high fashion boots."Are you alright?" I asked" I saw what happened, is their anything I can do?"Feeling utterly stupid as I asked the question, but not knowing what else to say"They have taken all my clothes and I don't know what to do.!" Where.