Listening on all of this, nodding to myself as I plan out the form of attack in my foxy brain. Still being all smiles as he tells me whom needs to be killed off for being a bastard, as I giggle out cutely and bounce my breasts some more.<strong>"Oh we are more then capable of being escorts and slutty waitresses and dancers. Is there any particular fashion of death that you want me to bring onto him? Poison, knife to the neck, choking...?"</strong>It is always good to make your job as nice and challenging as possible. Otherwise, how else are you suppose to improve your talents?