"Hmmm~" Charlie seems to consider for a moment, head turned ever-so-slightly to the side as she gazes up and down Carissa's body, her gaze resting on the other woman's face and taking in the details. "Well..." she pauses, thinking it over, "I reckon offerin private shows might be one way. I'll do what I can fer that 'n see if I get any takers..." An impish grin spreads across her face as another thought gives a bit of a wicked sparkle to her blue eyes. "In the meantime though, I<i>do</i>keep a small herd of beasties, the ones I happen ta' like particularly well, in reserve. Call it 'job training' if ya will, keeps me nice 'n prepared fer new arrivals..." she leans back a bit while still staying in her lewd position, the vest nearly falling from her small breasts, showing off practically her entire chest and yet still hiding any clear shot of her pointed nipples as the angle reveals the smooth skin of her thighs on the insides of the chaps where her red panties fail to cover anything but her womanhood. With a single flick, she knocks her own hat off on to the table, leaving her red, messy hair to tumble free. "As for passin' the time..." she shoves off the table and, in that same motion, drops herself into Carissa's lap, spread legs suddenly wrapping around Carissa and the chair-back in one almost-practiced-looking motion that seems a fitting 'riding-motion' for a cowgirl. "I personally prefer ta' ride out the boring hours with my employees..." she grins as she leans forward, arms going around Carissa's shoulders slowly, "...helpin' 'em practice 'n git better at handlin' any and all manner of beasties..." Leaned in as close as she is, it's suddenly and unmistakably obvious that Charlie's skin bears a glistening sheen of either oil or sweat, but given that the work day hasn't even begun in earnest, it is all too clear that she's slicked her body with oil in advance; no doubt relishing the feel of it herself and the appearance of it to lure in customers. "Since yer new here... I reckon' we could start jus' bout anywhere..." she leans in closer still, breathing hotly on your ear and whispers: "...even in the lounge." Before you can even respond, Charlie lets herself slide back, her boots clacking as she slips out of your lap and is now standing in front of you, small and petite but infinitely fierce in her obvious lusts. With her challenging gaze staring back at yours daring you to match her own boldness it is once again clear (as it no doubt has been each day since you got here) why this particular tiny redhead is in charge of a farm for the express purpose of mating with monsters; her unchecked lust seems immeasurable at all times. "So whaddya say partner?" She grins broadly and hooks her fingers through the belt on her chaps while she waits.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>