-Chang, with Charlotte, the education continues in the playground-<br/><br/>Chang moved, each step measured, and with a purpose, within the greater scheme of things. To the owner of the Pleasure Dome, each interaction was a blueprint, a logical beginning and ending, the steps in between. All preordained in some hidden manual only he seemed to read. People became the flesh covered cogs and wheels, pistons and cams,  operating together not unlike the steam powered hydraulics of Miss Lebron's Brass birdcage.  This was how his mind worked, how he saw most of the events in a day. A complex series of equations and interactions to produce the desired conclusion.<br/><br/>Machina ex Populous.<br/><br/>On his arm was the youngest of his doves, his loves, the women who were is friends and family. he could feel the nervous tremor pulse through Charlotte's body as she stood beside him. As they moved he did not comfort her immediately. She was at the stage, Chang felt, that she needed to know the unease and fear of being out of one's depths, but in a safe environment. He was her net, her safety, as were Roxanne and Marie in their own ways. He was quite proud of Charlotte as they walked arm upon arm, knowing that she smiled and dazzled those about in her own way. He leaned over, speaking to Charlotte as if conveying a secret, but doing so in front of everyone.<br/><br/>"Blush, you must smile and let you expression go as if I have told you some great and indecent secret. If you must, think Of Roxanne's hand and that your delicate rear still bares the testimony of her skill." He paused, running his fingers from his free hand to her cheek. "Very good, you look beautiful when you blush. Now focus, but do not let the visage of innocence drop. Retain the blush, that is your skill Charlotte. What fool cannot love a beautiful young woman when she blushes. Roxanne will have her gregariousness, Marie will have her challenging nature, you will have this. Learn to use it, realize there is no way that Roxanne nor Marie could make a blush so believable, this is your skill."<br/><br/>Lee moved away from Charolotte's ear, pausing to brush an errant strand of hair from her face, his voice now loud enough to be heard.<br/><br/>"Of course you look lovely my dear, and we will find Marie and have her judge, just as you suggested, but first I see Tom, and we must wish him a good day before we carry on." With that Chang, having never missed a beat, began to walk toward the rather sullen looking Tom, his bottle of poison of choice, with Charlotte on his arm.<br/><br/>