Chapter Fifteen
Ai Zhang Domesticates
He stood to attention as he had been trained.
The perfect manservant.
And to a Chinese mistress.
The man she was entertaining was large and pot-bellied, a thick neck swaddled in fat and a dome-head protruding from a swirl of loose and colourful silk robes only serving to heighten his grotesque and thoroughly repellent presence.
Obviously of some importance, he spoke with the “Mistress” in a dialect that was unfamiliar to the ears of the white servant but it was obvious that the information he delivered her was enthusiastically received. Both ignored him entirely. Despite the fact he stood before them, hands clasped behind his back deferentially.
Deferentially and completely naked.
The lily-white French skin beneath a face tanned from the tropic
