The time was drawing near, she was just finishing getting ready. She put on a bakelite saltire and stole her mother's coat. She casually draped it over the bare skin of one of her shoulders just before she walked out the door. The powdery, sensual scent of the fur mixed with the very feminine, soothing scent of her model gave her extreme self-confidence. She was ready to embrace the promise of another great Parisian night.