Having secreted away the files containing all the ladies' snapshots, George sprung from his chair immediately upon Faith's entrance and flew to her side.  With a quick, admiring glance at her outfit, he took her hand and raised it to his lips for a kiss.<br/><br/>"Here we are, gentlemen!  May I present -- the lovely Miss Hatting!" he announced, offering her his arm in proper gentlemanly fashion.  He proceeded to walk her over to where each of the other men sat, and then introduced each of them to her, in turn.<br/><br/>Relatively cool and indifferent to his male visitors, George always liked to make the female first-timers feel as welcome and comfortable as possible -- pampered, even.  He loved to shower them with attention and charm, delight them with his wit -- put them utterly at ease in his presence ...<br/><br/>... Because, nothing pleased him more than to watch their sense of enchantment slowly turn sour.  He loved to see their crestfallen countenances as it dawned on them just what kind of treatment they had to look forward to.  The memory of their gleeful grins at the start of the evening made their tortured scowls later on all the sweeter to him.<br/><br/>Having concluded with the introductions, George released Faith's arm and returned to his chair for another glass of wine.  (Incidentally, apart from the wine bottle, there were only three glasses on the table, belonging to the gentlemen -- meaning the ladies would have to go without refreshment.)<br/><br/>It soon became glaring apparent as well that in spite of the huge size of both the room and the table, there were only three chairs to sit on.  And they were already occupied.<br/><br/>George looked toward Faith and patted his hand in his lap to indicate her designated seat.