First message
As I push through the heavy black velvet curtain into the opulence of the newly acquired establishment, my presence echos through, stopping conversation even among the patronage. I adjust my cuffs, soft dark carpeting beneath my patent leather dress shoes, silent. The Velvet Room- I surveyed my new territory. Still facing the privacy wall, you hold a finger up to me, and my eyes widen imperceptibly. I clear my throat, a low rumble that carries to you. My man starts to step forward to forcibly get your attention. I close my eyes, stopping him cold. When you finally turn gracefully to face me, I see the smile mask your face, disarmingly charming. “May I help you?” You ask; I wasn't ready for the quickening of my pulse at the sound of your voice. I return your smile with a twinkle in my eye and a slight curve to my lips. At least you ask the question properly. There’s amusement in the gravel in my voice. The corner of my mouth twitches as I watch the irritation flutter beneath the practiced smile on your face. Management. It's an announcement, a request, and an explanation all at once.