Chapter Fourteen
After some uncountable time of prowling the debauchery-filled maze of the platinum-level inner sanctum of The Magic Box, Elizabeth suddenly turned as a girl’s voice called her name deferentially. The girl was young and blonde and pretty—of course, for they had hired her for this trusted and yet very decorative position, had they not? Her face, intriguingly high cheek boned and with well-defined, somehow provocative eyebrows, was framed by a gorgeous fall of heavy golden waves shot through with tantalizing glints of auburn, and her features were accentuated by very subtle rouge, bold but not over-done red lipstick, and smoky eye shadow and immaculately brushed mascara to highlight her sultry brown eyes. That youthfully unlined visage, so fresh and innocent and yet at the s
