Roy, accompanied by one of his firm's solicitors, Bernard Gilchrist, meets Freddie and Chantal in the foyer of the Nike building at 11.45. The sight of Chantal causes Roy to stop dead in his tracks; he can feel his tongue start to fall from his mouth as his jaw slackens involuntarily, his cock threatening to drill a hole through the front of his pants. He is too afraid to look at Bernard in case the poor old codger is in the throes of cardiac arrest.
Roy: Jesus, Chantal. You don't think that outfit's a little bit...risque for this end of town?
Chantal's bosom heaves and ripples with her peals of laughter.
Chantal: Oh, Roy. Today's Freddie's day! As if anybody's going to be taking any notice of li'l old me.
Freddie looks at her and sighs, shaking his head in fond exasperation.
Freddie: See? I told you that skirt was too short, Sugar. But you wouldn't listen to me, would you?