My client is who?

Danielle

Federica and Mariella are two breath-taking beauties who with their slender waist and long legs look like they have just gotten out of a fashion magazine.

Federica has black hair like mine but has chosen to embrace her curls and paired with her green eyes she looks like a princess from an exotic country.

Marinella on the other hand has blond hair and blue eyes like Loredana.

Looks like they put together a selection to offer to the men.

We spend about an hour chatting casually, and I‘m already sipping my fourth glass of champagne as the men are apparently done with their business and about to enter the restaurant.

My anxiety is at its peak, and I have to fight the urge to turn to Loredana and tell her that I want to leave as she turns to me.

“I didn‘t tell you something important, Habibi.” She looks at me with a pained expression as if she wanted to apologize for something.

I‘m about to ask her what the important information would be as I feel the air shift.

A group of