”“That is in bad taste.”Black Lord Flavia finished her discussion with the Ambassador from Sviss, and headed towards the corner where the ambass...dors from Espa and Franka were standing. A representative from an agricultural equipment company was also headed over to them.“She’s coming over here.”“Every time I run into that bitch she’s demanding Franka surrender.”Mr. Demmings arrived and said, “Hello, Gentlemen. I’m Jack Demmings of Amra Tractor Company.”The two men greeted him while keeping a. Breeding was a difficult thing to shake off, and so with a wave of his hand that seemed to say, ‘Alright, go ahead,’ he gave her permission to speak. ‘Tonight, Vicomte,’ said the gypsy. ‘Tonight, something changes. It changes in you and so it changes you.’ Resisting the urge to ask her what she meant by that and how she knew his title, Lorens gave her a slight tip of the hat, turned, and kept walking. For some reason he found her words unsettling. He contemplated them for a moment before. Their bodies glistened in the sun and drew attention to them from everyone. Women, even the married women that chose to wear leather cloths nodded and smiled knowing that the young girl painted with the bright flower was about to become a full woman. Men took double takes and even in a couple cases stopped and kissed the back of the hands of both women offering their services to them both. Eventually they came to the building that was where the Captain of the Guard had his office. Renee. .." Mmm, that's better," Brad said. "Don't you think?" I..." Ed said.Surely, his boss wouldn't approve of women undressing in the car lot. But on the other hand: These people were customers - and the customer is always right. Right?More to the point: Ed found it increasingly hard to concentrate with that pretty little slut showing herself off in the car. He cleared his throat again. Like an idiot, he thought."So..." he said. "Is that the kind of car you're looking for?"Brad hardly noticed him..