Her suit was conservative, but her shirt was silk and open just enough to reveal the lace beneath. Except for the handshake we had not touched, but he... distance was intimate rather than formal. Her perfume was discrete, but definitely in the air. She scratched her leg with a foot, which brought attention to her well turned calves and elegant pumps. Those were not your usual business suit kind of shoe. One of my clients would be trying to kiss that black leather as we spoke. It was impressive.. Figure? Hard to tell in baggy jeans and hoodies. What really caught the eye, though was her birthmark. I think they call it a 'port wine' mark and it covered maybe half the right side of her face. It's sort of embarrassing. You see it and there's a sort of horrible fascination and you drag your gaze away. Unless, of course you're the sort of person that enjoys making fun and humiliating someone that can't help the way they look. But because you drag your gaze away, you never really see the. ... Oh, hell! This isn't sounding right."Auburn simply smiled and let Blonde keep talking. It was obvious from her reaction that she'd experienced this form of confusion before.Blonde shook her head. "Crap. Maybe I ought to just say it. I've never done it with a she-male before." She laughed at herself. "You'd think that in all the films I've done, in all the variety of partners and ways I've done it, that it wouldn't seem so odd."Auburn smiled some more. "It _is_ odd, though," she. It was quite a private setting in this corner of the lobby, a gentle table light glowed subtly indicating that this area was in use and therefore off limits to others of the hotel. Undoubtedly this was the kind of place you bring your hot mistress and not the whole family. A kind of nondescript boutique hotel, not a small family run one, no. One that was serviced by maybe 30 employees, very very modest and also one that may have had its hay day during the fabulous renaissance of Italy. The.