He caught the musty, sensual smell of her perfume even before she gracefully slipped a cute fanny onto the stool next to him. He looked boldly at her and felt his eyes growing wider, because she seemed to be the one of the most fragile-looking creatures he had ever seen. She was thin, like a Paris model. She wre a dress like one too. It was a cheong-sam, the split skirt forbidden in China so far as Baron knew.

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