[There's a chair in the corner that he's taken, and he's...watching the floor, mostly. As irrelevant as modesty is when you're a five, it seems wrong to look at her. She's not a spectator, not a promoter, she's...like him, and so he has the response he has to humans rather than customers and he turns his gaze away.
When she asks that question, he's glad he's sitting down. He takes a deep breath.
He assumes "first time as a five" rather than "first time ever". (That's almost easier to talk about.)]
He had me drugged so I'd want it. Prepared as well.
[That was something he owed him for, later.]
I didn't have to do much, but I came out with bruises. He'd thought I was arrogant. They were hard to explain.
[The words spill out of him in short bursts, a little disconnected, like he's not quite thinking about it, just talking. He can't linger too long on it.]
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When she asks that question, he's glad he's sitting down. He takes a deep breath.
He assumes "first time as a five" rather than "first time ever". (That's almost easier to talk about.)]
He had me drugged so I'd want it. Prepared as well.
[That was something he owed him for, later.]
I didn't have to do much, but I came out with bruises. He'd thought I was arrogant. They were hard to explain.
[The words spill out of him in short bursts, a little disconnected, like he's not quite thinking about it, just talking. He can't linger too long on it.]