The Cow looked across at the spluttering Head of Department, the dumbstruck Deputy Dean, and wondered, which were the sex worker/s? Which the punter/s?
She puzzled over it on returning to her office, too, and enquired of Gramsci what he thought.
"Hmm..." mused Gramsci. "Interesting. Did he mention which brothel? Perhaps he had a particular one in mind, and it might be easier to allcoate roles with that information?"
The Cow paused. She had once been called "Madam", but somehow Heidi Fleiss was not her first choice of shadow. Michelle Pfeiffer in her catwoman latex outfits, though - that she could perhaps consider...
Her train of thought was abruptly derailed by Gramsci's interjection. "I don't suppose," he asked quietly, "that anyone asked the emissary from Bremner quite how he came to be so familiar with the appearances of brothels?"
"Well," she muttered, "the protests of denial from the HoD might also be up for scrutiny, then.."