<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Lightspeed_Girl_1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Alice Sanmiguel</span></strong><br/><em>Ace Lightspeed Frame Pilot</em>-<strong>5</strong><br/><em>Drag Race Queen</em>-<strong>4</strong><br/><em>Sexually-Confident 19-Year-Old Girl</em>-<strong>4</strong><br/>Weakness:<em>Maiden of the Moon</em><br/><hr/><br/>"I'm here to speak to Jerrod McKenzie."  The Lightspeed Girl's answer would likely come as something of a surprise to the butler, given what she had heard of the youngest McKenzie son's temperament and interests.  It would only be natural to assume that a Lightspeed Girl calling at this time of day would be coming to call upon other Lightspeed Girls, after all, wouldn't it?  "Please tell him it's official LDB business, and also that I'd like to speak to him in some place where we can be assured of some privacy."<br/><br/>On the bright side, the butler hadn't given her any unusual stares or other odd looks, at least.  Then again, with multiple members of the family having served as Lightspeed Girls as well over the generations, perhaps it was simply that he was used to the sight of attractive young women walking about, dressed in outfits that did an excellent job of showing off every shapely curve of their bodies?  It was rather disappointing to think that someone could actually become completely desensitized to that sort of thing, but that did strike her as the most likely explanation.<br/><br/>Walking over to the sitting room, Alice took a seat and waited patiently for the butler to return, either with Jerrod in tow or to lead her to some suitable place where she could speak with him.  The seats were fairly comfortable, though the lack of magazines on hand meant that she had little to occupy her time with while she waited.  Still, there were at least some interesting and unusual decorations and paintings strewn about the room that she could appreciate while passing the time, and maybe if she handled them with care, she could even pick up and examine one or two of them without-<br/><br/>...Okay, no, that little miniature silver figurine's arm was clearly not supposed to come off like that.  On the bright side, it was an art piece, so at least it still didn't look that bad with the arm missing.  It was fine!  She would just set the figurine back down and then hide the arm somewhere else around the room before anyone came back.  Under one of the seat cushions would work.  And then, maybe nobody would notice that anything was amiss when they looked around the room?