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Two Ships Passing in the Night – Part III

Two Ships Passing in the Night – Part III

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The Cabaret was much smaller and discreet than anticipated. Jack was waiting by the entrance and beamed a smile as soon as he saw her. The sight of that smile made Clara’s heart go a flutter and that left her confused.

“Glad you could make it,” Jack said before he kissed both cheeks.

“It was the least I could do,” Clara replied.

Jack took her hand and escorted her inside. There were tables that surrounded a central stage and for the most part the place was quiet. That seemed surprising since the street just outside was teeming with life. Why did this place have so few patrons?

“Good evening Jack,” the host said. “Your usual table,” the man asked.

Jack nodded and were escorted to a table against the wall that offered a great view of the stage. Clara was impressed, the table provided sight lines of the stage and all entry points. This location was an excellent choice for a hunter, given how it prevented anyone from approaching unnoticed.

Jack held the chair out for her and Clara sat down. She saw the musicians getting ready in the mezzanine and wondered what kind of show this would be. Some of these cabarets offered it all, but she felt this one catered to a specific audience.

“You look lovely,” Jack said.

Clara’s face reddened even as she put on a shy smile. That had to be a lie since she did not have the chance to change. Clara was more appropriately dressed for a convent, not a Cabaret.

“Liar,” Clara said.

“It’s not the clothes nor the jewellery that makes a woman,” Jack said. He then took her hand and added, “It’s her eyes, the gentle curves of her chassis and smile.”

Clara looked at her hand while all of her inhibitions melted away. This man was good, interesting given how seduction techniques were not generally taught to male students.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Clara said with a wink.

Jack looked right into her eyes and Clara lost herself in that gaze. This had to be some form of witchcraft?

“Did I tell you that I rent a room in the loft,” he said. “Let me show you the way,” he added before he took her hand.

“So this was a trap after all,” Clara thought.

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