Pointing to the floor, the jester signalled the victims to genuflect on the floor, to which they complied sheepishly. A wicked smile formed on the jes...er's mug as he approached the pathetic pair. Suddenly the Chief scowled and the jester seeing this froze in fear. "And since when hast thou declared your wretched self to be worthy of issuing kingly directives?" Jester, known as Francis on the outside, pointed his chin towards the floor realizing he'd gone too far in assuming the mannerisms of. I pulled a pair of black and white stiletto heels from my bag and slippedmy feet into them. I stood there a moment just relishing the feel ofthese things adorning my body. I took only a moment because I still had along way to go.I pushed the bag aside and opened my case. An array of makeup sat beforeme. First grabbed my wig cap and pulled my hair under it. Then I went towork laying down a light base on my face and neck then added coloraccenting my cheekbones, and a bit of color around my. "And don't tip him, Maurice." Why ever not?" Because he didn't open the door for me to get in at the station."The elderly woman lumbered into the building's entrance hall, leaving her hen-pecked husband to remove the luggage and pay the driver. As he turned around, Professor Kershaw was amazed to see the beautiful Bella leaning nonchalantly beside the building's front doorway. She had her arms folded and her signature blue SNCF ticket collector's cap was set at a jaunty angle. Her red ruby lips. Dressed in a black and white conservative outfit with her long red hair tied into a high pony tail, she walks into the bedroom, her heals clicking against the floor with every step. Behind her is one of Mikhail’s henchmen, pushing what looks like a cart that a hotel bell-hop would be pushing. Instead of luggage, the lone metal rack is filled with seemingly expensive, elegant looking designer clothing with the bottom of the cart layered with shoe boxes. Giving Angelique an appraising look, the.