"Mr. Bishop, please have a seat." She motioned towards two plump white leather chairs with a mahogany end table between them. As she eased herself into one, she watched the way he moved and seemed to look at everything without looking like he was. Yes, he was a trained professional. Sophie slowly smiled as she watched him. "Mr. Bishop, I'm under the impression that you've lost a bet, and that's why you have come to the Place, here. You know who I am, but not why you are here or what this place is. You are here for a week or so, am I correct?" She raised a sculpted eyebrow. Her accent spoke of Spain with a slight Hawaiian flow to it, rich and hypnotic. It was always a great lure for the men and women who came to see her. As she spoke she traced the lining of the jacket she wore, right around her noticeable cleavage. "First, let me make you aware. I have strict orders not to let you leave the premises until the mission is complete. I will tell you everything you need to know about where and why you are here, but you<em>can not leave.</em>Understood?"