It was the start of her vicious honeytrap - trying to gauge interest as she added on a soft: "It would be such a shame, not every day I get to meet such a smart, handsome thing."
Gatsby level parties like these had Daisy level fools to whisk about around a two-step into an early grave. Before long, all the original proposals would turn into insidious arrangements to meet with the blonde-haired woman who none dared deem a harlot despite her swaying between
Jayce was tired of shaking hands, frankly. It seemed that everyone at the estate wanted to talk over their business proposals with him, which he would inevitably counter with a 'I'll forward it to my secretary'.
Everyone and their dog seemed to have an idea for the Old West, -
for broke, Sugar. Care to help a poor soul learn this game? Seen it so many times before but never did quite get how to play." A lie. A small one as one of her lashers grew impatient and flicked up to ghost over the man's lower back and then droop back down unassumingly.