"Don't worry, I'm not going to drop---whoa!"
Amanda--quite deliberately-- fumbled and started to drop the fragile decoration. She let it tumble to the floor...then caught it with her telekinesis right before it hit the ground.
When she saw the look on Phoebe's face, she laughed out loud. "Oh, calm down, Pheebs. I'm not going to break your stuff."
She tossed the item over to Phoebe, then continued her line of questioning.
Pacing around the room and looking at every little thing, she asked, "So, what's the difference between an 'upstanding' whorehouse and a...not...upstanding one? Like, did you have better whores than the other places? Silkier bed sheets? Harp music playing while people fucked? Like..."
She flopped down on the couch.
"...what really makes a whorehouse upstanding? I mean, people come there, they get their rocks off, and they go home. How do you make that all respectable and stuff?"
Amanda--quite deliberately-- fumbled and started to drop the fragile decoration. She let it tumble to the floor...then caught it with her telekinesis right before it hit the ground.
When she saw the look on Phoebe's face, she laughed out loud. "Oh, calm down, Pheebs. I'm not going to break your stuff."
She tossed the item over to Phoebe, then continued her line of questioning.
Pacing around the room and looking at every little thing, she asked, "So, what's the difference between an 'upstanding' whorehouse and a...not...upstanding one? Like, did you have better whores than the other places? Silkier bed sheets? Harp music playing while people fucked? Like..."
She flopped down on the couch.
"...what really makes a whorehouse upstanding? I mean, people come there, they get their rocks off, and they go home. How do you make that all respectable and stuff?"
