Raoul is left to guide her but proves unhelpful

"God save me from the dumb ones," he muttered, looking her over disdainfully. "Obviously one of the low-class ones. Raoul!" he barked at a pudgy spanish guy. "Take this one to the B-section."

"B-section?" she asked, turning from him to Raoul, but in short order only Raoul remained, the other man stalking off like a drill sergeant on a mission. "B-section?" she asked Raoul, trying to drag his eyes away from her uncomfortably exposed breasts.

"B-section," he repeated automatically, like reciting from a book. "The area unto which the B-stars may seek entertainment. B-section entertainment staff are not to enter the A-section, though they may mingle with the C-section, which do not ordinarily have entertainment staff."

"Um, right," she muttered. "Ask a stupid question...."

She pondered applying Katrina's advice regarding servants like cabbies on this guy, but wasn't sure how it would apply to someone like Raoul, who started walking down a hallway, forcing her to scamper along behind.

"Raoul," she purred, deciding he was a man so she'd try the womanly approach. "I need to be in the A-section. Could I... persuade you to take me there?"

"B-section entertainment staff are not to enter the A-section," he began, reciting the same monologue as before. Wincing, she cut him off by going for blatant.

"Are you sure?" she asked, his balls in her massaging hand?

"B-section entertainment staff are not to enter the A-section..."

Scowling she withdrew her hand. "Could you at least help me fix my outfit?" she asked, pointing to the rips in her clothes.

Raoul seemed at a loss for a moment. Apparently he hadn't been given instructions on how to answer such a question.