Vladimir Nabokov. Un cuento de hadas
"Good afternoon," she said in her soft husky voice: "Come sit over here. Now we can have a chat. How are things going?"
"Only five," replied Erwin with embarrassment.
"Excellent. An odd number. I would advise you to stop there. And at midnight—ah, yes, I don't think I told you—at midnight you are to come to Hoffmann Street. Know where that is? Look between Number Twelve and Fourteen. The vacant lot there will be replaced by a villa with a walled garden. The girls of your choice will be waiting for you on cushions and rugs. I shall meet you at the garden gate—but it is understood," she added with a subtle smile