Queenie
Queen of Everything
The tall woman stands, and tries not to snicker as the dwarf puts the doctor in his place. “We can talk our shares later. I venture a guess that a lot of us would do without treasure and gain but still work this trip for their own reasons. There is no need to be greedy here, if we work together we will all benefit and be successful.”
Katerina stands and nods her head, which causes her monkey to finish her peanut search and climb back into place on her shoulder. “But you are correct about one thing, we should stop sitting around yapping. I’ll go out now and see what I can do. Barrington?” she nods at young man who offered to accompany her.
She deliberately leaves her jacket behind on the back of the chair and she waits for Barrington to stand and join her. “Wish us luck, gentlemen,” she says to the remaining rabble. She takes a deep breath in, the only moment they’ve seen any bit of her poise falter, but when she exhales she is standing tall and confident. She adjusts her bosom just right and a bright smile appears on her face.
She strolls through the crowded tavern and outside to the verandah where she finds du Tourbillon smoking with his guards. “Señors,” she purrs before plucking du Tourbillon’s cigar from his hand. She stares him down while taking a long puff from it, then she offers it back to him, her red lipstick leaving a rosy ring. She purses her lips and blows out the smoke, just short of reaching the Frenchman’s face.
She smiles amusingly. “Ready to finish discussing terms Señor du Tourbillon? I believe we can come to an accord.”
Katerina stands and nods her head, which causes her monkey to finish her peanut search and climb back into place on her shoulder. “But you are correct about one thing, we should stop sitting around yapping. I’ll go out now and see what I can do. Barrington?” she nods at young man who offered to accompany her.
She deliberately leaves her jacket behind on the back of the chair and she waits for Barrington to stand and join her. “Wish us luck, gentlemen,” she says to the remaining rabble. She takes a deep breath in, the only moment they’ve seen any bit of her poise falter, but when she exhales she is standing tall and confident. She adjusts her bosom just right and a bright smile appears on her face.
She strolls through the crowded tavern and outside to the verandah where she finds du Tourbillon smoking with his guards. “Señors,” she purrs before plucking du Tourbillon’s cigar from his hand. She stares him down while taking a long puff from it, then she offers it back to him, her red lipstick leaving a rosy ring. She purses her lips and blows out the smoke, just short of reaching the Frenchman’s face.
She smiles amusingly. “Ready to finish discussing terms Señor du Tourbillon? I believe we can come to an accord.”
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