7The sound of a clacking cane trickled across the marble floor as Cecil followed after Margaux. Her collection of erotic canes was Margaux’s fashion signature. The ivory handles were molded into naked ladies with their backs arched into Margaux’s hand. They also featured naked ladies spooning. Or a stripper dancing with the cane as the pole.
From a distance, the pornographic scenes looked like finely crafted Rodin sculptures.
Her second favorite weapon was an antique revolver. She never used it. But it was always there, nestled in a golden holster around her thigh.
In the lobby, the models practiced their runway walks in skintight jeans and black camisoles. Their spidery legs kicked out like pinwheels. Their hips led the strut, pelvis leaning forward. They were puppet soldiers. Their bo
