Amanda waved a hand at Phoebe's sarcastic tone. "Pfft, what do you know. You're missing the big picture."
She stepped over and put her hands on Phoebe's shoulders. "Do the math. If all Frey--the sex version of Frey anyway--cares about is sex...they need people to fuck. Or people they can watch fuck. Or teach to fuck, or...whatever. The point is, Frey needs people."
Amanda led Phoebe over to the window, gesturing outside at all the people passing by. "Look at them all. Thousands and thousands of people. All of them filled with sexual urges. But," she raised a single finger to accentuate the point, "not all of them giving that sexual energy to Frey.
lots of just wasted horniness that Frey wants to lap up like a thirsty dog. The more people worship Frey, the more go to give offerings at Frey's shrine. The more people Frey gets to fuck."
She put an arm around Phoebe's shoulders, standing side by side. "You," she said, "were helping Frey get laid. Whether it's just for the sake of getting their rocks off, or because sex makes them stronger, or whatever the reason, Frey needs people. The more brothels run by people like you, the more people worship Frey. The more people worship Frey, the more people offer themselves to Frey, giving Frey whatever they want, mind, body, and soul. Frey gets to lap up all that sweet, sweet sexual worship from all the followers you help them earn."
She reached up and booped Phoebe's nose with one finger. "You weren't the real 'madame.' Frey was. Getting everything they want out of your business. Sex brings in more followers. More followers means more sex. And endless circle of...well, you know. If the most important thing to Frey is sex, sex, and more sex, then you raked all that 'profit' in for them."
She stepped over and put her hands on Phoebe's shoulders. "Do the math. If all Frey--the sex version of Frey anyway--cares about is sex...they need people to fuck. Or people they can watch fuck. Or teach to fuck, or...whatever. The point is, Frey needs people."
Amanda led Phoebe over to the window, gesturing outside at all the people passing by. "Look at them all. Thousands and thousands of people. All of them filled with sexual urges. But," she raised a single finger to accentuate the point, "not all of them giving that sexual energy to Frey.
lots of just wasted horniness that Frey wants to lap up like a thirsty dog. The more people worship Frey, the more go to give offerings at Frey's shrine. The more people Frey gets to fuck."
She put an arm around Phoebe's shoulders, standing side by side. "You," she said, "were helping Frey get laid. Whether it's just for the sake of getting their rocks off, or because sex makes them stronger, or whatever the reason, Frey needs people. The more brothels run by people like you, the more people worship Frey. The more people worship Frey, the more people offer themselves to Frey, giving Frey whatever they want, mind, body, and soul. Frey gets to lap up all that sweet, sweet sexual worship from all the followers you help them earn."
She reached up and booped Phoebe's nose with one finger. "You weren't the real 'madame.' Frey was. Getting everything they want out of your business. Sex brings in more followers. More followers means more sex. And endless circle of...well, you know. If the most important thing to Frey is sex, sex, and more sex, then you raked all that 'profit' in for them."
