<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/Rachelle.jpg)</div>Rachelle suppressed a shiver as they walked in from the cold. Perhaps in some regard, the chill of the outside was easier to bear than than the stench of humanity which regaled her senses as she and her sister walked into the comparatively higher class establishment. But Rachelle tried to mask her reactions to both the cold and the atmosphere inside the<em>Bacio l'ubriaco,</em>as she had an image to maintain. Unlike her very feminine sister, Rachelle walked in the guise of a gentleman.<br/><br/>Perhaps gentleman would not be the best description, however, for the way she had her hand around her sister's waist, almost fondling the other girl's far breast as they walked inside. To anyone looking at them, they were not two sisters, but instead one very lovely courtesan, and the man whom she is escorting, very dapper in 'his' black cloak and tricorn hat.<br/><br/>The hand that was around her waist moved even lower to squeeze her ass, and he leaned in to whisper into his escort's ear, "Tell me again, Precious," his voice had a soft but husky tone, dripping with lust, tinged with a haughty sense of superiority, "what was it that happened to Isabella? Where should we begin our search for the wayward lady?" He bit his lip, leaning in to nibble on the courtesan's ear, taking in a deep breath, a teasing glint in his hazel gaze.