Ingrid
Ingrid snorted. "Here by choice? Bullshit," she replied, fake-coughing out the last word with a grin and a gesture to the frozen landscape. "But you're right. I'm sure if you ask enough married men, everything cums up roses for ya," she said with a snort. "Not sure its worth it though since your dick will freeze off before you really get anywhere."
She nodded as he (sort of) repeated the rules. "Sounds like you've got the hang of it already," she said, taking another long sip of mulled beer.
"So you don't get anything in return, then?"
"Of fucking course not. That's faith, Rosy Posy."
"Shrine Ho"
