10-25-2014, 05:56 PM
Bas spoke so quickly that Enzo troubled to understand. He was still unused to the Russian accent dangling like a ballasts from every sentence. Furthermore, he was emotionally tired and on edge from the sudden attention from strangers.
Enzo kept his manners, in the meantime, and offered to shake hands with the two new acquaintenances, Bas and Pyotr. Their conversation was interrupted by additional new faces. Enzo kept his waried stance, but his discomfort was likely mistaken for prejudice. He was raised on the hillsides of the Côte d'Azur, his beloved Riviera. Only in the recent few years had he ventured onto the frenzied streets of the modern metropolis. But his lone experiences through Rome and Florence paled in comparison to the rumored reputation of Moscow.
He was glad the escorts paid him little attention. Monaco was hardly innocent of the lures of escorts of the highest class. His mother harboured stories to curl a man's hair of such affairs, but Enzo was uninterested. Thankfully, so also were his companions. Although, if the escorts had lured Bas and Pyotr away, he'd be freed from the obligation of company that may or may not be unscrupulous.
He lifted his hands innocently. "Non merci, Mademoiselle."
He said, incapable of hiding his foreign accent. Enzo didn't even so much as possess the proper medical clearance license to engage in legal prostitution activities. Registering in the CCD cleared database was never a priority.
"With that, I will bid you both a good day. Au revoir."
He nodded his head and moved as though to continue on his way.
Enzo kept his manners, in the meantime, and offered to shake hands with the two new acquaintenances, Bas and Pyotr. Their conversation was interrupted by additional new faces. Enzo kept his waried stance, but his discomfort was likely mistaken for prejudice. He was raised on the hillsides of the Côte d'Azur, his beloved Riviera. Only in the recent few years had he ventured onto the frenzied streets of the modern metropolis. But his lone experiences through Rome and Florence paled in comparison to the rumored reputation of Moscow.
He was glad the escorts paid him little attention. Monaco was hardly innocent of the lures of escorts of the highest class. His mother harboured stories to curl a man's hair of such affairs, but Enzo was uninterested. Thankfully, so also were his companions. Although, if the escorts had lured Bas and Pyotr away, he'd be freed from the obligation of company that may or may not be unscrupulous.
He lifted his hands innocently. "Non merci, Mademoiselle."
He said, incapable of hiding his foreign accent. Enzo didn't even so much as possess the proper medical clearance license to engage in legal prostitution activities. Registering in the CCD cleared database was never a priority.
"With that, I will bid you both a good day. Au revoir."
He nodded his head and moved as though to continue on his way.