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I’m trying to figure out exactly what I’m doing here.
The attention of everyone in the room at the Hyatt is being held by Leonardo Lyescas, a master of the salesman’s patter, as he strides back and forth and down the aisle in the middle of the room, pointing out the advantages of gear from the accessory-maker Klip Extreme.
Behind him is the stunningly attractive Klip girl, a riveting beauty with cheekbones sculpted like sheer cliffs, in an equally startlingly tight leotard, who hands out samples of the company’s products while keeping a careful eye on their progress through the seated crowd.
Even as I’m wondering how I ended up in what’s obviously a sales pitch to resellers, I wonder about the women in the crowd, all serious and business-suited, several taking careful notes while Lyescas speaks, and what they think about the Klip girl and her colleagues, all beauties in leotards colour-keyed to the brands that are on show at the event.