"Hey there, handsome~!"

A girlish, seductive voice whispered in his ear. Aaron froze.

'What…? That voice…White Rabbit–?'

He turned but rather than White Rabbit he saw an attractive young brown woman. Silky hair going past her shoulders, black instead of snow-white; plump lips red instead of pink; and a medium-dark brown complexion instead of a ghostly white.

But the tits. Aaron could never forget those tits. Though stuffed inside her dress and held back by the seams, from his higher altitude, he was given a very generous view of her cleavage. The shape was the exact same. The roundness, the softness, the beauty mark on the top side, he could sense he wasn't wrong.

"Hey," Aaron said without missing a beat. He glanced about. The limo was quite crowded as the directors and executives brought themselves inside with their plus-one. "Who did you come with?" he asked in a murmur.

"Mr. Vandergilt," she replied with a smile. Her eyes darted at the old man to her left, busy flirting with Iman, to no avail. "How about you?"

"Ms. Avesta whom he is attempting to charm."

She put a hand over her mouth and laughed. She kept her voice down as she introduced herself. "So it seems. Oh, I am Jaina Hudson, by the way. A pleasure."