Andrew had not been to this place, but he had been to places like it. The waiter made him laugh. The outrageous over the top way the French went about their job always did.<br/>He looked at the decor and the charm of the place was clear.<br/><br/>The upbringing and lifestyle he was bought up with, meant he knew manners and decorum.. He would always be a gentlemen outside of work and caring enough to customers. It was important, after all they had money, and he loved money.He knew how to take charge too, if need be and the power of his smile, he knew how to use that too. He hoped that all his charms would ingrain himself to the delicious dishes seated at the table about to order a fine repast.<br/><br/>He felt like home. His family had a big house and loads of antiques and loved to display them. He took a chair and held it out for India and then Lulu and waited for them to sit. He perused the menu and took a look at the wide range of exotic delights therein. The two women on the table were delights to him too.<br/>His mind saw a picture of them India, she would have handcuffs and such it would  be not suprising to him she had a penchant to such erotic pursuits. She was working at the leading gallery of such imagery, it must have some interestand impact on her.<br/><br/>Food and sex always a combination. It was why people had dates at restaurants the chance to talk and fill their mouths with tastes of inspiration..<br/><br/>"So India Lulu what do you reccommend here?"<br/><br/>He shuffled in his seat as he gazed into the eyes of the two deletable ladies sharing his table.