"Ahem," came a voice from behind.

"Us that is. Your's is such a delightful house, much like Daddy's," Leslie lied.

She couldn't believe their luck. There had been no real reason for them to think they'd be able to actually meet, or talk, with Davis personally. Leslie was hoping just to pick up some inside, background info on the man.

Now suddenly, here they were face to face with the man. Better still, Davis was delightfully charming and cordial.

"And who might your father be?" Davis asked, sounding actually interested.

Bringing on a second of terrifying hesitation. This was a portion of their cover Leslie hadn't given any thought to. She didn't have a good bluff. Not one that couldn't be easily checked or easily exposed.

"I'd rather not talk about him. Daddy and I are having a little tiff. And I'd be ever so much more interested in talking about you."

The smile she was flashing Davis was enough win anyone over. Putting an equally winning smile on the multi-billionaire.

"Of course, but please, sit down and make yourself comfortable."

Leslie was lowering herself into the offered seat, Kay ready to take the empty chair next to her, when Davis motioned toward the floor next to him.

"Oh! First, may I introduce my slave Ilisa."

Because the girl had been kneeling on the ground, the Dirty Pair hadn't been aware of her existence. Then it struck Leslie how it was only natural for a slave to be kneeling submissively like that. Leslie quickly reached behind her. Hoping the move wasn't noticed by Davis, she gave Kay a back handed shove, making her friend miss sitting on the chair completely.

Kay hit the floor with a thump, a grunt and was ready to bounce back up to give Leslie a good shout.

Stopped only because Leslie was faster, moving a spike heeled sandal onto the fallen girl's chest. Holding the redhead to the floor and adding a good deal of embarrassment as people at surrounding tables turned to look at her.