The baby-pink chiffon sheets on a silver duvet, the interminable chandelier lingering above the duvet, a Sotheby's '17th Century Antique Persian Carpet'- well an opulent copy of it, and the Pietra Firma Luxtouch tiles? The Tufft Pier Table?
All-inclusive, it was an inappreciable, paltry room.
'The baby-pink chiffon sheets on a silver duvet?' I scout about once more, and wanted to choke in my bile, and ingest deleterious amounts of SD alcohol.
"What kind of clap-trap is this?" "Holy fuck."
I heard the fumbling of keys and the door-lock unlatch itself. I smiled deliriously.
"Oh my! When did you arrive?" A tall real-estate agent infiltrated the room.
"Just now." I replied, as I jammed my hands inside my pocket.
"Did you find this room exceptionally sensuous and tempt as many of the previous patrons and clients?"
"Just as beautiful as you." I countered.
"Oh? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha." A smile curved into the agent's face, as she fondled with a 'Glacier motif' on the Tufft Table; blushing, without registering what I enunciated.
"Careful, there. I wouldn't do that if I were you." I spoke lightly and enticingly, as I perched right behind her.
"Oh my! You scared me! How did you get behind me so quick-?" She hastily commented, positioning the 'Glacier motif' decor back at the Tufft Table.
"Can I ask you something?" I said and rested my arm against a wooden decor, as I looked at her in tepid conservatism, entirely discarding her remark.
"What do you eat... conventionally? Hm?"
"Oh...Um."
I could see the question take her by utter surprise, as the redness on her cheeks withdrew, and the adroitness and preparedness of her tone belittled.
"...Apples, cruciferous vegetables, lean beef and chicken breast, boiled potatoes, tuna, beans and legumes and uh, salmon?"
"Oh." I laughed as I lowered my eyes elsewhere.
"Um...
Why do you ask?" She insisted, just as I reckoned her questioning.
"I was wondering if your enzymes/liver could be in cahoots with some fava beans and a nice Chianti."
"What-?"