“We will, of course,” Mistress said, “be presenting the Xoan Ambassador with a gift.”
“Of course,” echoed Ivan. He had the sinking feeling he knew where this was going.
“I have here a black satin bow and some wrappings that may aid you in your mission.”
“I would bring you delicious fruits from the south, fine cloth from the east, sturdy furniture from the north, and from the west ... “ Sandoval paused, brows furrowed in thought for a moment.
“Nubile slave girls?” Ivan asked, figuring that while it was highly unlikely Sandoval would actually deliver, even a chance at a nubile slave girl was not to be scoffed at.
Sandoval gave him a cold look. “I think not.”
“He presented me with a charming length of black satin. I was quite touched.” Sandoval sighed deeply, eyes perhaps slightly misty.
“So what did you give him in return?” Mistress asked, smiling broadly.
“I offered to show him 101 fun things to do with just such a piece of cloth. For some reason, he did not even let me finish explaining the first one.” Sandoval sighed some more. “Perhaps I should have offered all 12748 things to do with a black satin bow.”