On the back of it, it just reads, “Ask for M.” It’s tragic.” Her voice is laced with a hint of desperation, as if she’s grasping at a fleeting opportunity. You can go on your way. “Wait until you hear my offer, you might think differently.”
I take a good look at the girls kneeling by her side. It’s cheaper and less controversial I suppose. That is not why you are here. “What happened to your friend?” I ask. “Sure,” I say, trying to sound casual. “I need an equal,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. The redhead’s hands glide over the one of the twin’s hair, her fingers tracing the curve of the girl’s skull. “I can see it in your eyes, a fire that burns deep within you. The woman’s eyes seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief as she dances to the music, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual motion. “Another succubus to share my space with.” Her eyes refocus on me. As she reaches the edge of the stage, she leans down and places her hands on the stage, her breasts inches from my face.
