“Anything at all, dear?” asked the fair lady, with a sly grin. “Don’t think I’m not drawn to the idea… but I am rather busy tonight. What about you, Nicoleta? How would you like our sweet little serving-maid to wait upon you personally?”
“No thanks,” replied Nicoleta, will little attempt at feigning gratitude. If Yanlin was offended, he expertly concealed it as he curtseyed again, and drifted elegantly from the room. Nicoleta shuddered slightly, and lit another cigarette.
“What’s the idea behind him?” she asked, scornfully.
“Leila prefers boys… albeit in their proper station,” answered the fair lady, as she stroked the “baby” now sleeping in her arms. “You weren’t very kind though, dear. Even I thought he was quite adorable, and you know my predilections.”