<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div><strong>Solomon</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, a standard package, hm?" mused the prince as he looked through the iPad once handed to him.  He'd been on his phone reading the last of his mail and texts and committing to memory some very interesting or important facts.  First, that he needn't fear any disease or infection from her, and could only smirk as she bashfully listed what sex paraphernalia would come with the standard package.  This seemed barely legal now as Miss Abigale no longer just hinted at what she probably expected to happen - escorts were usually more vague, and truthfully not every encounter he had ever ended in something intimate let alone hot and wild.  They were a companion, and sex may or may not take place based on their whims.  His stewardess, however, seemed more than resigned to 'fate.'  She was positively red in the face and fidgeting anxiously about being alone in a small cabin with him.<br/><br/>Smiling but not wanting to intimidate her any further than he already appeared to have Sol leaned back and fell into his seat, crossing his legs casually and motioning with his hands to have her kneel or crouch down by his seat as he scrolled.<br/><br/>"Much, much too boring.  The standard package I mean.  This should be a princely maiden voyage, and there's nothing standard about you," he smiled charmingly before grinning devilishly and adding, "or my package.  Why don't we go for broke with the best package, and you can help me pick out some fun extras."