Kate came in, sat down on the stool and started to mess around with shoes on high heels. In these shoes, her legs were long, like the escort model had.
She was silent as he poured the amber liquid into glasses. They clinked ones and drank the cognac.
Kate was short, pretty, with lush breasts, as an escort girl of Istanbul. Kate had broad hips, a pleasant-face like a doll, huge gray eyes, and plump lips.
She drank in one gulp, grimaced and coughed. Mark gave her a slice of lemon, sprinkled with sugar. Kate gratefully smiled.