Start->Chapter 1->Episode 8 To Lucinda
First Lady of Porn
I finally met the lady of the porn today and was rather disappointed with her for instead of the sultry harlot who manipulated her way into the wallet of her producer husband through sexual gymnastics and devious plots I discovered a beautiful but empty creature that was obviously a marriage keepsake. This is a woman who is married in order to keep other women from attempting to marry you for unlike the shabby masses, people of our sort require marriage as a social and financial anchor. A keepsake wife is usually pretty, rather stupid and kept busy with senseless occupations like shopping or in this case futile attempts to enter society. While the porn king and his wife were not our sort in terms of social elite, they were in terms of financial assets. A man shrewd enough to raise himself from the slums to head an empire, even one as dubious as his, is also shrewd enough to recognise the value that the mantle of respectability throws over all endeavours.
Bianca Sangu is no exception to this and her husband opened his wallet on the agreement that she keeps her mouth shut and leaves him to his work. She, with the grace of one of lower ilk, took a look at the wondrous world of the glitterati, ran in like a heedless calf while gushing out every inappropriate and gauche comment that could spill from her artless lips and vacant mind. The shudders of the society ladies rippled across town, causing all the ubiquitous sycophants to mimic their disdain as they collectively removed themselves from her presence.
Unable to throw away such a pretty creature without exploiting her first, I obtained all the useful information I could and then passed her onto Caspar’s capable hands. Never too fussy about whom he sleeps with as long as there are many, Caspar was as happy to seduce the errant ex-porn star, as she was happy to succumb to the attentions of a handsome, single, younger man. While she mined her new admirer for social entrance into a world still denied to her, he mined her for the appropriate information that I desired.
My new knowledge of Mr. Sangu and his net worth was interesting so I filed it away for future use for although he could never be a social nor financial rival, nouveau can never measure the distance set down by old money roots but he might prove useful to know in the future. A lesson I learned well from my Uncle is to never waste resources as a bit of blackmail can be very refreshing to the soul.
My sister occupied my afternoon by demanding my presence in her shop, as she is not amused by the huge delivery I had so carefully arranged for her. I feigned innocence at the purchase as after all I was doing her a big favour by restocking her merchandise, what is a shop without a hundred or so little pieces you never wanted. She forced me to attend to her while burly men sweated as they moved large pieces of furniture about. How Caspar would have enjoyed an afternoon of rippling muscles! I might torment him with descriptions later on and I must admit this has been a satisfying day all around.
