Even at the entrance, the ladies were anything but ordinary, encompassing a variety of styles: wild, delicate, gracious, gentle—everything one could imagine. Many a lady lit a cigarette and, with a beckoning wave toward Fisher below, easily provoked the aggressive desires of males.
Fisher averted his gaze, playing the honest role of a "guest from Schwali," but his acting was superb, for those who observed closely would notice his gaze fixated on the wondrous bodies of the ladies, never once shifting.
"How about it, Mister Andrew, not bad here, right?"
Trandell winked at Fisher, who pondered for a moment and then began to speak Nali language with an extreme "rustiness,"
"Very nice, Mister Trandell."
"That's good, go on, call some more people over."
The two young girls leading the way blinked and waved at several ladies behind them who went to inform their superiors. Once Fisher and their party were seated, suitable ladies would be brought into the room as per their requests.
