The Amessie

“Ah! Perféct! Belle!” Said the guy, among other words that were alien to Claire.

Lucky for her, a translator quickly translates what the guy wants from her.

“Madam, this is Jax LeVoir, he was asking if you want to help us with the auction?” Said the translator.

“Er,--uh, h-how--?” Claire chuckled, feeling confused.

“As one of the models, Madam,”

“Eh, heh!-- I…I don’t know if I can be of help–” Claire nervously said as she noticed a line of girls near them.

Mr. Levoir was talking quite fast as the interpreter interpreted.

“We didn’t prepare the models for tonight, we were going to use the boxes to present the goods for auction…– but Mr. Levoir wants them to be presented on models–! This is for a good cause! Why wouldn’t you help?!” The translator said before realizing he didn’t need to copy how Mr. Levoir raised his voice.

“Pardon, Madam, that was what he said…” he added.