I smile gracefully as I walk out to meet you in the palais' front park, hand on my swaying hip, turning the path into a catwalk. Keeping my dignity from the start is the only way I have to be treated respectfully. I try to read your appearance; I've had to endure some unspeakable things already, and learned to never think there were no more nasty surprises in store for me. "Welcome to my private abode," I chime in my best French accent and bow with a smile. "And thank you très beaucoup..."
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