"I believe that could be arranged," Arlia said, only realizing what she had said moments later. However, perhaps due to her own views and feelings for him, she made no attempt to correct herself, as if it was what she wanted all along. Seeing that her men were already busy drinking and being merry to pay much attention to what she was doing, Arlia took her small black card from her purse and handed it to Nigel, careful not to let other people see it. It had nothing written or engraved on it and, at first glance, looked like a business card with too much black paint on it. Suddenly, Arlia's green eyes turned to a shade of sapphire blue as a string of glowing white numbers began to appear on the black card. As the glow faded and her eyes returned to normal, the numbers were burned into the card, revealing what looked like a mobile phone number. It was Arlia's personal number. "Please don't share it with anyone else. Keep it to yourself," she whispered as she took a bite out of her dessert.