A second door in the mirrors stood ajar. Framed in the entrance was a magnificently beautiful girl in skimpy shorts and bra. She was the twin of the photograph below stairs.
"Well, if it isn't my old friend, Sofi," said Cosmo without enthusiasm.
There was no recognition in the Blue Venus' violet eyes. Her flawless pale-blue features revealed neither shock nor surprise.
"That's Bemmelman." She indicated the planter. "Is he dead?"
"No. Only unconscious."
"Oh. That's too bad," she said in a calm manner, and swept up to the prostrate slave breeder, planted a kick in the seat of his pants. "There! I've never had the nerve to do that when he was conscious."
Mia gasped.