Honeyed Words and Open Legs

Listen, I'm not complaining. Most people would kill for my job. Cavorting with the rich and famous, even if I'm just a realtor, is an exciting opportunity. Because sometimes, things happen. Not just business things. I mean, look at her for example. Miss Yanks. A rich wife married to an old investment banker. And wait too soon if you ask me. So what do you think Miss Yanks? I like it, but I have to ask my husband first. Why don't I bring you a beverage, huh? While I do that, please have a seat. Oh, yes, thank you. Here you go. So we want to make parties, what do you think? Oh, then this is certainly the apartment for you and your husband. With its spacious areas, it was made for entertaining. The current owner throws parties here almost every weekend. Yeah, it's just very important for my husband. If you don't mind my asking, why isn't he here with you? He's really a busy man. I urge you to think about what's important to you instead of your husband. What do you mean? Well, imagine yourself being the mistress of this place, strolling through the halls and your sexy high heels with the knowledge of owning a house like this. Come, let me show you. Imagine all the dinner parties you could host sitting on this couch in your pretty cocktail dress. The most beautiful woman of the party. Imagine watching the sunrise on the terrace with your morning coffee. Feeling the whole world is at your beautiful feet. Imagine yourself lying here naked, waiting for your husband to come and take you. If what if I were to imagine taking me on this couch? You mean on that couch? I'm afraid that must remain a fantasy-only Ms. Yang's. Yes, yes, right. I'm very doctoral. Yes, yes, so beautiful. Yeah, I like it all. Mm-hmm. Okay, bye-bye. I love you. So, we have a deal. Wonderful, Ms. Yangs. We finally found your dream home. It's pov.com.