<strong>Lady Beatrice </strong><br/><br/>Lady Beatrice notice the look of disappointment and gave Lily a reassuring squeeze of the hand. The two men facing to the door like gargoyles on two corners of a building.<br/><br/>What Lily told her was shocking. She turned fully to the girl.<br/><br/>“Mr. Fritz approved? That is quite a feat dear girl. You must tell me all the details.” Lady Beatrice insisted as the elevator stopped on the bottom floor.<br/><br/>The two men stepped out first. Smytthe was learning to adjust to lady Beatrice style of touring in which she abandoned her escorts.  He hated that, especially here in the training level.<br/><br/>It was then he had an epiphany.  But by the time he realized he had taken Lady Beatrice to the bowels of the training facility just after breakfast it was too late.  This was probably not something Lady Beatrice should be touring.<br/><br/>He hadn’t stopped to think. He hadn’t been paid to think, only to do and he did as he was told. They stood outside the lift as the last  of those sluts were taken to parts unknown by their trainers.  He could smell the salty sea of the aquarium when he took the next breath.<br/><br/>What the hell was Smytthe thinking, Throckbottle though as he stepped into a corridor of naked women led in chains by their trainers. Panic rumbled in his full belly as he turned to stop Lady Beatrice from exiting the lift.<br/><br/>Too late.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice linked arms with Lily and smiled encouragement.  “Do go on dear girl, tell me about however in the world you pleased that miserable old owl.”<br/><br/>Smytthe turned as Lady Beatrice stared at a girl disappearing around the corner. He saw the squint of her brows pull together as if she were about to protest.<br/><br/>“Why is that young woman naked?” Lady Beatrice asked without moving.<br/><br/>It was a moment that wound out into forever as the lady turned glowing hot stare toward Smytthe.  Everything after that seemed to go into slow motion. His mind was racing for those bits of plausible deniability that had earned him officer of the month two months running.<br/><br/>“Swimming your Ladyship,” Smytthe replied as the world race to catch up.<br/><br/>“Naked?”<br/><br/>“Olympics trials coming up.  Best speed.”<br/><br/>“But naked?”<br/><br/>“No encumbrances, can’t blame a loose strap for slowing you down excuse around here,” Smytthe said and nudged Throckbottle with an elbow.<br/><br/>Throckbottle completely taken aback now jerked started, “Right! Athletic bunch these girls, ladyship! Olympic caliber. There's so many to choose from, that's why bare to the frothy sea is the only way to select the superior from the best of the best.”<br/><br/>Smytthe stepped between lady Beatrice and the corner then pointed in the opposite direction toward the cages.<br/><br/>“Mr. Tsade runs a tight schedule your ladyship, if we could pick up the ss…several girls then off to the music department?”<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice stood stiffly for a moment. Her eyes narrowed as she bore a hole into Smytthe’s forehead. For a moment it might have smelt like bacon cooking.<br/><br/>But only for a moment.  The edges of her lips slowly curled into a dignified smile. Her eyes soften but had a different glint. It was that keen look that Tsade wore when he had marked a target before pulling the verbal trigger.<br/><br/>“Capital idea, Officer Smytthe, sally forth and we shall follow,” Lady Beatrice encouraged as she pulled Lily to her side and held her hand for dear life while she clutched her handbag with the other.<br/><br/>