I invited her in. XXNX Returning to the table, the ladies were sitting back, now with a glass of water in front of each, but I noticed their heads closely together and their mouths moving; as I emerged from behind them, they sat back quickly – guiltily, as if caught in a conspiracy – and I sat myself down to await the plans they may have made. Her small, lithe body was moulded within the traditional outfit, the national dress of Vietnam, and there is no innocently sexier dress in any culture, at least when worn by a typically slim Vietnamese woman (contrasted by fat, big-hipped Western ones who think buying an ao-yai when visiting Vietnam will instantly turn them into slim and beautiful the same: sorry, ladies, stick to loose shirts and jeans to hide the fat).
