"Pinch your fabulous tush, you mean?" she joked, parking her luggage case and re-situating her fabulous, camel-coloured tote on her shoulder. Glancing at the sketchpad and surveying the area, she suddenly let out a smile so brilliant it was like she was, in fact, radiating light around her face.
"This will make a wonderful nightclub," she said, leaving her luggage in the same spot and moving around. "The tables could stand to have some refurnishing, but the chairs are topnotch. I do hope to see stripes and bright colours intermingling."
She turned, pulling out a checkbook and pen and beginning to write on it. "What would be good to help you get more in the way of decoration, Tess? I won't take no for an answer, I've hoarded my paychecks for too long. An honest figure, please, I'm growing fond of all these new business being in the works, and I refuse to let them go under."