An image of a broad smiling read head took the the screen over, green yellow eyes glittered with what seemed to be joy, while her messy boy-cut portrait either wind or some kind of labor rough activity. He pale skin showed through her noodle strap top enough to show some dark freckles on her shoulder, cheeks and nose, fading gradually the more distance on her skin there was. Definitely more of a dyke looking girl, while still wearing make-up to turn her red lashes darker and attempt at hiding some of the freckles on her face. Jule's face paled in horror when he picked up the phone, but she did as she was told, knowing she no longer had any control over the situation. She slid forward on the table and grabbed his meat, intimidated as she started to stroke him and slide the head into her mouth. She had to keep quiet, otherwise she'd just wind up whining, crying and begging Syd to save her.<br/><br/>There was a long pause on the phone for a bit before a slightly disgruntled, soft voice spoke on the other end, "Uh... Okay? Who is this? Where is Jule?" She mused, her voice held a hint of laughter, probably expecting this to be some kind of joke. Her voice was light, patient, with a light chirp to it, indicating any lack of male hormone enhancements. So definitely female, and proud enough to be so since she still spoke in the tone of a woman, rather than any other dyke, who would try to downgrade their voice or deepen it. "Any chance you could put her on the line?" She inquired again.