[ She smiles as she rises, polite as she could. Unassuming as she must be to hope he will return the favour of not asking her too much. ]
As I said, I am at your service.
[ She steps forward, the length of her skirts held in one hand out of the way she moves forward. That faint chime of bells, the anklets rhythmic to each step as she comes closer to him. ]
But no - I did not think so. You run a tight ship, so I am told.
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As I said, I am at your service.
[ She steps forward, the length of her skirts held in one hand out of the way she moves forward. That faint chime of bells, the anklets rhythmic to each step as she comes closer to him. ]
But no - I did not think so. You run a tight ship, so I am told.