<em><strong>Evie &amp; Mr. Nailor</strong></em><br/><br/>Well this was new.  Naked, slapping girls grovelling on the cold floor.  Boy was this some fucked up place! She was almost glad to be here.  She smirked when he wasnt looking, this guy was gonna be a push over.  She ignored those around her, leaning against a trunk of a tree that had been cut to a decent height.  She still needed a smoke.  She was tense, stressed.  But what ever was about to happen here had certainly caught her eye.<br/><br/>They stood outside of some glass building.  She couldnt see in, it was like a giant greenhouse.  What where they gonna watch?  The humiliation of tomatoes?  Or maybe match of the marrows?  She just couldnt wait.<br/><br/>"Questions?  Oh no Sir, I will see what happens and ask then.  i am sure I will have loads for you later." She gave him her best vapid look.