<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryder Monroe<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elsewhere in the party group<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Liam, open<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Trolling for dollars<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sight of one blonde girl swatting the other on the ass was hardly unusual in the neighborhood, but it was a bit odd when they both looked...well...so similar, stylistic differences aside. Ryder gave Liz a resounding swat as she turned to go. "Send her home walking funny, sis!  See ya!"<br/><br/>Turning back to Liam, she wrapped her lips around the neck of her beer bottle suggestively, tipped it up, and chugged about half the contents. "Well, like, leather gear, Lez suggestica, tat or fetish photos, anything," she said, back on topic, if a tad bleary at this point. "I've gotten naked for stupider reasons. Not really a whips and chains gal, but if someone wants me to pay me dress the part so somebody else somewhere can wank over a picture book,  I'm down." She hadn't told her sister yet that she was, basically, tapped- the plane flight and cab ride had used up all but twenty or thirty bucks of her entire cash value. Plenty of time to get into that later, but since she couldn't expect her fucking<em>twin</em>to keep her the way she'd been kept by this momma or that  for the last few years, well- time to look for something to keep her in party supplies.<br/><br/>Draining the last of her beer, she shrugged. "Or, like, if somebody needs a stock girl who knows how to do up a harness, or whatever. Could really use the work." Nudging Liam a lot more gently than she had Liz, she confided, "Especially if they're hot and lonely. And lax with their paperwork, know what I mean?"