Flashy noted the gleam in Lady Constance's eye as she curtsied and made mention of a private meeting. Whether they were noble or commoner, the uniform was a definite attraction to the Ladies. He nodded to the gentleman standing beside Lady Ambrose and was directed to a seat by a footman.<br/><br/>Harry's eyes were drawn to a young woman kneeling on the floor. Her skin was deeply tanned, and with her long dark hair she could pass as a native of western India herself. Certainly she wouldn't seem out of place in a Pondercherry or Goa brothel. He smiled, remembering his visits to certain establishments and the fun that could be had with a native bint and a riding crop.<br/><br/>"An aperitif to stimulate the appetite would be most welcome." Flashman answered the footman as he took his seat. "Perhaps a bamboo cocktail would be fitting, considering my room, what?"<br/><br/>Flashy noted that he had been seated close to the lady of the house. A fine looking woman she was too, with lustrous dark hair and porcelain skin. Her decolletage was a trifle daring, not that Flashy was likely to complain, though he may need to keep reminding himself to drag his eyes from Constance's cleavage during the meal.