"Good," Amanda said. She brushed past the woman into the house without waiting to be invited. "Nice place." She looked around, hands on her hips, giving a nod of approval. "You should come decorate my place. I live in a pig sty."
She looked around until she found the first piece of furniture, plopping down on it and putting her feet up, ankles crossed, on a nearby table. "So," she said, "like I said, Frey sent me. I went back and got them to make a deal with me. I get a nifty magic sex item, and all I have to do is talk to you," she pointed at Phoebe," and a couple of other people about sex and stuff."
She leaned back, crossing her arms behind her head. "Oh, I'm Amanda, by the way. Don't think I introduced myself last time we met."
"So, tell me about being a whore boss. Did you fuck people yourself, or just give orders to the other girls about what they had to do?"
She looked around until she found the first piece of furniture, plopping down on it and putting her feet up, ankles crossed, on a nearby table. "So," she said, "like I said, Frey sent me. I went back and got them to make a deal with me. I get a nifty magic sex item, and all I have to do is talk to you," she pointed at Phoebe," and a couple of other people about sex and stuff."
She leaned back, crossing her arms behind her head. "Oh, I'm Amanda, by the way. Don't think I introduced myself last time we met."
"So, tell me about being a whore boss. Did you fuck people yourself, or just give orders to the other girls about what they had to do?"
