Princess Of The Insurgents - Chapter 53 Strange Feeling To Have Been Fooled.

Just as when she goes to bed to watch an old movie or when she feels like listening to retro music, as she enters this restaurant made of wood, the large tile slabs on which Jane sets her feet soothe her heart.

On either side of the restaurant in the centre of which is a large aquarium filled with crabs, many clean and well-dressed people are happily eating lunch, without seeming to care about the hardships of life in these troubled times.

For Jane, who so far, aside from the Hanumans in the Red Bones base, has only known poor and psychologically wounded humans living with the fear of not seeing the next sunrise, see a such scene make her doubt the present times.

“Princess, your table is ready. If you will be good enough to follow me.”

The man in black and white smocking who just accompanied Retiisi, leans so low in front of Jane that the young girl immediately catches the eyes of all the customers sitting at the tables.

Jane’s angry gaze falls on the infamous driver who, undoubtedly, presented her as being a Princess from a foreign country. Despite her silence, she swears to herself that he will pay for the shame she is feeling now.

Sitting around a table provided with a red tablecloth that stands out from all the others whose tablecloths are white, after asking her driver, whose words are always as polite and whose eyes are always as vicious the reason for this difference, she learns that they have the privilege of being on the V.I.P. list.

Between laughter and tears in front of the waiters who treat her like a divinity, she devours every dish that is graciously offered to her by the house, then, on a full stomach to the point of slumping down in her wooden armchair, Jane feels her eyelids close.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to thwart your plans, Princess, but our journey was skillfully timed. This afternoon we leave the South, and tonight you must attend the monthly friendly meeting of the notables of the town of Des Moines. To tell the truth, your mission will begin on this occasion. Making a good impression at this dinner will be imperative, so, of course, we can’t afford to be late. Princess, if you wish to rest, you’ll have to do so in the car.”

Jane sighs as she thinks of the very vague content of Cindy’s assignment. In the words of her lover, the various authorities know of the existence of their secret societies and have a vague idea of their power. These authorities therefore wish to get closer to this group of Hanumans who live in the South and according to their sources, are not hostile to them.

Still according to Cindy, Jane’s strength and face is well known, so it’s better for her to reveal herself rather that she continues to hide. In addition, if gaining the trust of their enemies means helping them when necessary, Jane will have to do so.

That’s effectively where Jane will have to come in. Sent as an emissary to New York City, where the main financial centers and the largest multinationals are concentrated, she will have to get closer to these people by using her natural talent to befriend them.

On this point, Jane is not sure that Cindy’s choice is the most appropriate one. She doesn’t think she’s that good at making friends, so Jane finds it a bit strange.

Not to mention that slowly immersing herself in this world that disgusts her to get various information and pass it on to the Red Bones means that she will certainly have to take part in their little parties and entertainment which according to her knowledge are anything but moral.

Like these goals, the other missions she will have to accomplish are no enticing, but when Cindy assured her that she will eat the best food, sleep in the best beds and be pampered. Always ready to help, Jane did not have the heart to refuse this service to the one who shares her bed.

05h40pm

“This world is so beautiful. Retiisi, we have just reached the first level of heaven.”

The driver who walks eight feet behind Jane, in order to keep up with the codes, takes his eyes off Jane’s buttocks to observe his surroundings.

“It’s just a small mall, Princess. When you will be in New York, you can walk around in places that are 20 times that size. It’s late enough already. I’m afraid that wasting more time wandering here, is no longer possible. The leader has already reserved an outfit for you in the best store in this mall. Let me look at the map of this place and let’s go to the store in question.”

06:10pm

“This dress made of rare silk is extremely comfortable to wear. Light and very close to the body, its bare back will enhance this beautiful young Miss. Sleeveless, it is very practical, not to mention that it prevents excessive perspiration. Its semi-notched shawl collar brings to this dress a little sexy side which attracts everyone’s eyes on the one who wears it. In conclusion, I can tell this Miss, this short garment is perfect for social occasions.”

In a glass dressing room, Jane, who looks at this conspicuous piece of fabric that conceals only what is necessary, clenches her teeth. She’s very proud of her body, that’s a fact. She has no problem showing up when she wants to, either. However, entering a room full of people in this dress is different.

Represent the secret society to the best of her ability? Making friends? Be pleasant to the people she will be brought in contact with? Suddenly, Jane feels like she’s been fooled and wonders if her role as an emissary will simply be to make friends.

“Cindy, when I see you again, I will torture you so much that you will beg me to end your suffering.”

“Princess, the time for distractions is over. If you’ve put on your outfit, keep it on. We’re going straight to the hotel where the party is being held. Remember, from now on, your last name is Ryan.”

The voice from outside the dressing room demoralizes Jane. She will do what she came here to do, will wear that imposed name, but it’s a little upset, that she picks up her red dress off the hanger before walks out.

“I hope at least these people aren’t as filthy as those described by my pacifist friends. Well, perverted driver, when you’ve come to your senses, we can go.”