The Rise and Fall of a High Society Lady

When I took the lady Sulaika Lavie de Beaumont to my office to settle the bet and receive payment on her now 40 thousand dollar debt, she confessed she did not have that kind of money to pay the debt she had just created. I started laughing at the confession. "So you made a bet that you actually couldn't afford to lose, and lost it anyway?" She blushed again, and softly nodded. "So how are you going to solve this problem now?" She shrugged and sighed. "I don't know, darling." "Well, I have an idea how you can fulfill your debt to me," I said to her. "You work for me, until you've paid off your debt. Like you suggested for me, I will now suggest to you. You will work for me as a maid." Her eyes grew wide as saucers. "I cannot do that! My peers, what would they think of me? I couldn't show myself at the club ever again!" Again I laughed. "Well, that hardly seems to be my problem now, is it?" ...

Two days ago, I got into contact with a High Society Lady called Lavie de Beaumont. We got to talking, and found ourselves talking about houses and the places we lived. She told me about her mansion, and how lovely and large it was, and how she loved that nobody of her friends had a bigger house than her, and nobody had a larger serving staff, than she did. I replied to her that I had two houses, a smaller outside retreat, next to my slightly larger manor, called Maison Valois. Which had a guitar shaped pool, I added. A look of disbelief came my way, and the Lady Beaumont said that it couldn't be true. It couldn't be so that anyone had a bigger home than she did, and especially not with a guitar shaped pool. I assured her that I was telling the truth. She decided I could not be telling the truth, and said she would bet me her house was bigger than mine, and that I did not have a guitar shaped pool. So I challenged her. "Very well," I said, "for how much do ...