Basil looked at the assembled group for a moment before coming to the assumption the three had made their decision.
"Alright then, follow after me."
The Bohemian began to lead them away from the open streets into the back alleys. He walked along ahead of them, keeping a bit of a distance between himself and his visitors and began to sing in his relaxed, falsetto register.
"T'was in a Paris cafe at first I found him,
He was a Frenchmen, a hero of the war
But war was over and here's how peace had crowned him,
A few cheap medals to wear, and nothing more.
Now every night in the same cafe he shows up,
And as he strolls by the ladies hear him say,
If you admire me, hire me
A gigolo who knew a better day."
The rest of the song would be more than familiar to all three of the women accompanying him.
His voice was drawing out female figures, slowly filtering from behind doors and windows, onto fire escapes and balconies, and out of shadows. First just a few, but by the end there was close to twenty of them assembled. All of them wore gold, and while a few of them did wear some rather tight clothing, nothing head to toe like what Colette got stuck in. Like The Bohemian and Colette (and accidentally Haley), they matched the scenery around them and were done up in corsets, full skirts, gauzy tops, striped stockings, silk shawls etc etc etc. Basil obviously had a visual aesthetic that appealed to him (but wasn't entirely historically accurate).
Upon closer inspection, almost all of them were recognizable which would lead the trio to the assumption that even if they didn't know the remaining ladies, they were probably
someone famous. Chase would have recognized all of them, but for a very different sort of reason...
Some did them the courtesy of moving around the trio, but others simply passed through them like phantoms on their way to their target. A selective few's gaze passed over Colette with a sense of recognition, but ultimately their attention would be drawn to their initial goal.
"Ah! There y'are my lovelies." He greeted them as they in turn moved to greet him in perhaps a little
too friendly a fashion. All of them greeted him by name, a litany of excited feminine voices repeating the word 'Basil' over and over. The ones closest to him were pawing at him and he giggled sheepishly and nuzzled
one of them back.
If the telepaths tried to analyze them, they'd come to the conclusion they weren't 'real', and didn't carry the 'weight' that the four assembled beings did.