Snippet #1663122

Marshall looked around in the room they'd been placed in. It wasn't small... not near small anyways, and the decorations on the walls were exotic and intriguing. Especially one picture of a naked woman wandering out into the ocean, just as the sun goes down, took his attention more than once. The art and decorations were so many and so different, that his eyes never became tired.
Oh well, his eyes did get tired, and he looked around the room for a second, just to notice the others. The first one he looked at was the woman, she had long red hair, and wore a cream coloured dress. Very lady-like and yet it was a calm and modest colour of choice, not like most other women from his own hometown, whom all competed about being the "most colourful". The woman gave Marshall and the other male a smile, and without as much as a movement in his facial expression, Marshall brought up his hand and waved, before she turned away. When she looked away, Marshall couldn't help but feeling hot in his chins, so he looked around the room and yet again saw the picture of the naked woman, which only made it worse.

In a last attempt to calm his burning cheeks, he looked over at the other male, just to see what he looks like.
Clearly he was a gentleman of sorts, nicely dressed. He had a nervous look about him, as though he wasn't sure what he was there for. Not that Marshall knew himself. Surely the aristocrat who live in the mansion would like to arrange a race, and the woman was his niece or something, who surely had some kind of affection for social interaction and entertainment. The other male must of course be an investor, the one who should arrange things... and Marshall himself was going to drive. And hopefully win of course.
Marshall of course caught the other male's eyes, and stood there, looking quizically into them for a moment, then looked away.

"So..." Marshall said out loud. "How come that a gentleman and a beautiful young lady have come here on this day?" Marshall asked out into the room, seeking not to get eye conttact with any of them. "Is this going to be some kind of arrangement of your wedding or..?" Marshall said, twiddling his thumbs in the akward silent moment that of course came after such a question.