She's filled out in Darrow, softer curves in places where there were once sharp angles. Even so, as she slides into his lap now, there's nothing sweet or soft about it--just tease, and filth, and everything that sells. It's perfect.

"I'm willing to take the risk," he says. "Even if you're only saying it to get a bigger tip out of me." He can hear the innuendo in it, and smirks.