Vivien Trousseau 2

Francis Evan sized up Roman Lee.

-Don't say you're well connected.

-What should I say?

-I'm well-heeled. Sounds more natural.

Roman Lee practiced saying that he was well-heeled. It felt good.

-Drink.

-What is it?

-Just drink.

Roman drank the concoction. It tasted celestial.

-It's good, isn't it?

-Yes.

-It's called Betty Blue.

-Betty Blue?

-Stop repeating what I say. We're going to Club Ecstacy,

-Sounds good.

-That's a good boy. It feels good to obey, doesn't it? 

-Yes.

Roman was dressed in Prada, looking very devilish and handsome. No one could deny his strange attraction. He moved like a lithe cat through the streets.

Retinal Eye Scan.....

-Where would you like to go Miss Francis Evans?

-Up.

Retinal Eye Scan...

-Roman Lee, well-heeled Satanist from South Korea.

-Did you know that about yourself?

-I see. Now I see the truth. I've been living inside of my head. I thought I was a catog.

-Welcome to the real world.

The elevator shot up to one of the top floors of the Empire State Building. The elevator opened. Two men with masks on gave them two masks, one a cat and the other, a dog,

The ceiling was filled with stars in a drunken boat. The stars were sailing and sailing through the sky like catamarans. It was beautiful to behold, the motion of the spheres,