Mordred strokes along further up her thigh, brushing lightly across her slit with his fingers. "Well, now that you've gotten comfortable, perhaps you'll consider hearing me out?" He stroke again, more slowly this time, timed to lend an emphasis to the word comfortable.<br/>"You see, here at the freak show we run a little side business beyond the shows, where gentlemen seeking a unique experience might find pleasures they might not elsewhere... Of course, with such a business, it always helps to have a bit of muscle around to make sure the clients play by the rules, yes? And of course, you'd still be free to take you pick of the clients. And to be honest, I do find myself quite taken with you..." He plunges two fingers into her now, grinning widely up at her. "Have I piqued your interest?"<br/>