Dinner passed by like a blur, as plates of incomprehensibly delicious food passed in front of Nerina.  A few hours later, Kent picked up the check, which seemed to be composed entirely of four digit numbers.  "I'd like to see you this saturday.  There will be a cab over to pick you up at noon."  Kent said, phrasing the request like she didn't have any sort of choice at all.  "The cab will contain a dress.  I'm going to have it custom tailored for you."  Kent took Nerina by the hand and walked her out of the restaurant, leading her out to where the same cab was pulling up.