RENÉE PRIDEUX - LOUNGE BAR<br/><br/>I smiled at Laurenne's little joke at William's expense about him not being able to satisfy that randy little Dachshund.<br/><br/><strong>"Or just buy a suction dildo and slap it on the kitchen floor and let her get on with it, there's no need to ruin perfectly good furniture my sweet."</strong><br/><br/>Lunch was soon over and we rose from the table.<strong>"I am feeling generous today, please allow me."</strong>I signed the bar bill, gifting the meal to my companions. It was just a trifle but I liked to be kind with small gestures. It would be charged to my account. It was one thing I liked about The Club, there was never anything so crass as cash being handed over at all.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bien sûr, mes amis, let us proceed... I am in ze mood for walkies!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"In that case let's go meet the puppies."</strong><br/><br/>I spoke to Raul and within seconds one of the middle managers appeared from reception. With a polite smile and a gesture to follow he showed us through the palm lounge and into The Cages (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3391847#msg3391847).