"There's your answer, you damn bitch," he shouted. "I may be called Renee, and I may be wearing heels and a corset, but I'm not damned sissy. Yes, girls turn me on. You turn me on, Monica, and so does Madame. I may have to do my time in dresses and tresses, but I like girls." Monica stepped back, holding her hands to her mouth. Edmonds stepped through the door.
"Is our Miss Renee being difficult Monique?" he asked loftily. "Madame has authorized restraint should he prove difficult."
"Yes Edmonds, our Renee has just lost it."
"So I noticed. Would you care for some assistance?"
"Yes, Edmonds, if you would hold his had still while I lace on a neck corset, and we can secure his wrists to the arms of the chair maybe I can get him made up and manicured before it's too late and Madame will be on a rampage."