The shortish black-haired woman steps briskly into the room, the silk of her formal tunic and pants rustling so very softly. The lines of the tunic show off an athletic but womanly figure underneath; the bright colours go beautifully with her dark-tanned skin.
She perches more than sits on the high backed stool. “So,” she smiles. “You want to ask me questions. So ask?”
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