The tiny red top of one of her bikinis. Five inch black heels. “You are my whore. Do you understand?” I asked. “ What may your whore do for you ...aster?” she quickly replied. We got in the car and headed down town. The sign above the business read Peep Show. “You will get out and go in. You will go to a booth and leave the door open. The place closes about two AM. Until then, you will pick the ugliest, fattest, old men that you can find. You will beg them to let you suck them off for ten. First I had been doing this for a long time, I was the most established buyer of crafting materials at a good price and the most experienced crafter of potions. Second and more importantly I had come up with a lot of my best selling potions myself, you couldn't get them from anywhere but my shop because I was the only one who made them. I never grew up with much and my potion business even before it was a stall and before it was a shop had allowed me to get through school paying the cost even. “Can you turn around, please?” she asked politely.I turned my head to glance at her from the corner of my yellow and black eyes, before slowly complying, shuffling on my knees so that I was sideways compared to her. I then sat on my heels and averted my gaze.She was now physically above me, since I’d sat down, while she remained on her knees. She seemed disapproving of the fact that I wouldn’t look at her, but I couldn’t be sure. At least, not until she commented on it.“No, look at me,” she. It is just very important that you understand that I didn't touch you."I would normally have been very skeptical. But I saw the pain in his eyes and I knew he was telling the truth. I smiled and I don't even know why but suddenly I was crying!I reached out my hand and said, "Thank you, Chris. That actually means a lot to me. It is nice to know that everyone out there isn't an animal. Thank you for being so nice."He sighed deeply, obviously relieved that I believed him and wasn't mad. I invited.