I could smell his scent of sage and musk waft by as he opened the door for me, upon our arrival at the Art Gallery in Beverly Hills.
I didn't know that he knew about manners and upscale behaviors, so i was happily surprised that I could take him with me and he would acclimate.
We slowly circled the room attached by a magnetic field that I am certain was spotted by the conservative guests around us.
He sat me down on a leather armchair in the center of the room ,
bent to his knee, took my hand gently and nobly in his,
"ah dear lady, this chair is suited for a Queen, and you are quite suited for me."
and then he licked my bejeweled hand from tip of finger to wrist, like a big lion.
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