"Whew!" you exclaim, wiping the sweat off your forehead as the dressing room door closes.
"What's the matter, little guy?"
So, you tell Samantha about Indira paying off the chesty stripper, and the accusations of "bitchiness" leveled against her and the others.
"I don't really know her brother, or even if one exists! But, if that was some convoluted attempt to enslave me, for her own..."
"No sweat, little guy. You're safe, now," Samantha replies. And, to emphasize this fact, she stuffs you in her purse for the remainder of her shift! When she next takes you out,...
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