Char Lohengrin could only laugh in response to the scantily clad women positioned aesthetically around the Hyur. "Twelve, is that all they could get? That one's too 'horny' and the rest... I mean, look at their tails..." He shook his head, sipping from his glass of scotch. "Sir. You can't see their tails... No wait, I see half of one." His bodyguard said as he leaned forward to inspect the picture with rising interest. "That's the point. It's distasteful. Why hide a single aspect of their beauty? Do I cut numbers from your coin purse because I don't care for your rates? No."
The Miqo'te male adjusted his sunglasses and nodded to two Auri colleagues whom brought a large stack of advertisements for Laughing Armament's weaponry. "Like an artist whom only finished half of his painting, these are unfit for the eye. Remove them, pin our advertisements up, and then burn the rest." Char sauntered off, waving at tonight's latest conquest to join him on his arm, guard in tow.
"Let's not split hairs. I'll keep one, you keep one and we'll just pin these over the rest." The advertisers shared a smirk as they set to work. "You want to give them a try when we're done here?"
The Miqo'te male adjusted his sunglasses and nodded to two Auri colleagues whom brought a large stack of advertisements for Laughing Armament's weaponry. "Like an artist whom only finished half of his painting, these are unfit for the eye. Remove them, pin our advertisements up, and then burn the rest." Char sauntered off, waving at tonight's latest conquest to join him on his arm, guard in tow.
"Let's not split hairs. I'll keep one, you keep one and we'll just pin these over the rest." The advertisers shared a smirk as they set to work. "You want to give them a try when we're done here?"
