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She laughed and loosened her grip pressure to normal. “Excellent, thank you! You do that, and do it well, and I promise you a true kiss after the other guests leave and we’re alone at last. Please call me ‘Daciana’, or ‘Dacia’ if you prefer a more intimate version. When a handsome man calls me ‘Dacia’ the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up!”

She giggled and maintained a teasing grip on his hand as she turned toward the closed double ballroom doors to his right. Pulling him along after her to drink in her curvaceous bottom, she wafted a cloud of white smoke along in her wake. “Follow me in James! My servants will help you find your reserved seat as I take the microphone!”

Inside there was a live string quartet playing chamber music softly, and Bond was impressed by the grandness of the room, and the multitude of guests he saw. The Countess released his hand and strode toward the dais with purpose, smiling at guests and greeting them, here and there shaking a hand or doing the air-kiss as she exchanged a few words with some. A young man with thinning hair standing just inside the doors said something incomprehensible to him in Romanian, but he guessed he was offering to seat him.

Description
She laughed and loosened her grip pressure to normal. “Excellent, thank you! You do that, and do it well, and I promise you a true kiss after the other guests leave and we’re alone at last. Please call me ‘Daciana’, or ‘Dacia’ if you prefer a more intimate version. When a handsome man calls me ‘Dacia’ the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up!”

She giggled and maintained a teasing grip on his hand as she turned toward the closed double ballroom doors to his right. Pulling him along after her to drink in her curvaceous bottom, she wafted a cloud of white smoke along in her wake. “Follow me in James! My servants will help you find your reserved seat as I take the microphone!”

Inside there was a live string quartet playing chamber music softly, and Bond was impressed by the grandness of the room, and the multitude of guests he saw. The Countess released his hand and strode toward the dais with purpose, smiling at guests and greeting them, here and there shaking a hand or doing the air-kiss as she exchanged a few words with some. A young man with thinning hair standing just inside the doors said something incomprehensible to him in Romanian, but he guessed he was offering to seat him.