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Kaella?” Margot
asked.
    “He could have arrested us all and
handed us over to Kaella whenever he wanted. At any moment, during
all these months. And he didn’t do that. So, you tell me, Margot,
what is the most important thing to Seneca?”
    “Megapolis,” Margot
said.
    “Exactly, Megapolis. And had he
arrested us, banished us, handed us over to the villains… what
would Megapolis have done to him? What would the students have done
- all those educated people, experts, scientists, athletes, artists
of all profiles, which Megapolis is full of. They would have
despised him. Spat on him. He could rule by force, but Seneca is
not like that. He loves Megapolis precisely because of those
people. Because of the youths, because of the University. That’s
all he boasts about. He hands out scholarship, rewards the best
students, that’s why I… I mean… that’s why we trusted him… that’s
why we trust him to keep Pascal safe.”
    “I understand, I agree,” said
Margot, already much calmer.
     
    “People…” Raul said loudly,
addressing the entire staff. “Calm down, think it over, talk among
yourselves… You’ll see that I’m right. And that is only until the
elections. We simply moved out of the way. And we got Pascal out of
the way. We’re calmly waiting for Kaella’s move. And that’s when
we’ll decide how to proceed.”
    “Raul’s right,” Margot supported
him. “He and Pascal have done the right thing. We can be at ease.
There, I’m already completely calm.”

Chapter 39
    Babe and Prince twitched when the
old Mr. Kaella returned from the toilet, and they moved away from
each other. Luckily the makeup artist immediately rushed in an
started powdering the sweaty Mr. Kaella, her body concealing the
two of them.
     
    Babe used the opportunity and
turned up the volume on the monitor, so that her conversation with
Prince could not be heard in the salon.
    The voice of the speaker rumbled
from the monitor:
    “On that day it is time for all the
bathroom accessories. That means we change: bathtubs, sinks, toilet
bowls, bidets, faucets, showers, tiles, both wall and floor. We’re
looking forward to the new designs and new wonderful pastel colors,
dear Consumers.”
     
    And after that came a completely
different, joyful and frivolous voice in the next
advertisement:
    “Our Planet is heating up, dear
Ladies. The temperatures are increasingly higher. You’re hot in
your stockings. But you don’t reject them, since they make your
legs long and sexy. Unfortunately, you cannot fully enjoy your sexy
appearance because you’re sweating. Look, dear Consumer, how Miss
Babe has solved this dilemma.”
     
    Prince swiftly turned towards the
monitor and was petrified. Babe was lying on her stomach, in a
luxurious pink stand, covered from her armpit to just below her
derriere by a pink towel. Two top, publicly well-known tattoo
masters were at that very moment doing the lace on her floral
stockings.
    “What is Miss Babe doing, dear
Consumer? Yes! You’ve guessed it! She’s tattooing stockings. Let’s
hear what Miss Babe has to say, what is her experience with
tattooed stockings?”
     
    In the next shot, sitting in a
tight miniskirt on a bar stool, with her legs crossed, revealing to
the viewers the very edge of the lace on the tattooed stockings,
this time with a star pattern, Babe said:
    “I will never again put on real
stockings... Forgive me, dear Consumer, I didn’t express myself
properly, because these tattooed stockings are the only real ones.
Tattoo them just once and you will see for yourself. You’ll confine
the old ones to fashion history, where they belong. You can feel
comfortable, with cooled legs, and look equally attractive or even
more attractive,” here Babe moved a bit, her skirt rode up also
revealing the skin of her thighs above the lace, “and feel…” Babe
winked at the camera. “Girls, you know what I mean.”
     
    “Why are you doing this to me,
Babe?” Prince panted after