Rebel SpyChapter 17 Coat Turning
"See that pretty one over there," the Madam said. "I'm not at all sure about her." I looked where she nodded and spotted the newcomer, a vision in satin and lace, svelte and luscious, her posture picture-perfect. "Why?" I asked, inwardly licking my chops. "A volunteer," she said with a growl. "No family connections to speak of. Go chat her up. Let me know what you think." My goal, of course, was to converse with the girl horizontally. I approached and was introduced, took her...