"We'd be delighted," Mandy said again, the faintest hint of steel audible in her voice."We'd be delighted," Mandy said again, the faintest hint of steel audible in her voice. She didn't turn to look at him, but she didn't have to. Jason shut up fast, deciding that submission was the better part of valor. Billy looked around the table, before settling her eyes nervously back on Mandy's face. "Nine sharp, room 1104," she added. Somehow, her expression wasn't quite as confident or masterful now, as when she had invited them to sit down. The conversation turned to clothing, and bondage gear, and other pleasantries, staying light and friendly, but Jason could feel that something had passed between Mandy and Billy, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He knew that a contest had been won, and that it was Mandy that had won it, but he wasn't quite certain what it was about, or even whether it mattered. Eventually, Mandy excused them from the table, and as if by coincidence, Billy and Jerry discovered that they too, had to leave. The party broke up as quickly as it had formed. On the way back to their rooms, Jason broke his silence. "So, what was _that_ all about?" Mandy had a faintly amused grin on her face. "Oh, just a question of style," she answered. |