NAR 2 : Among the heirs to a long tradition of galley slavery, he could almost pass unnoticed... (WHORE) “Are you coming up, sweetheart?”
NAR 1 : She must have been twenty or so, she was small, pretty thin, and overmade-up. She was undressed with a black-leathered miniskirt, silk stockings, an underwired bra, and a blouse that was as transparent as a summer night sky, when the universe strips naked. Wasn’t she cold standing like that, so scantily dressed?
NAR 2 (as WHORE) : “Twenty bucks for almost nothing. But for two hundred I’ll be your dreamtoy.”
NAR 1 (as FATMAN) : “I’ll give you four hundred.”
NAR 2 : “Four hundred???”; the idea of pocketing all that dough excited her, but on the other hand she wondered what kind of sex dreams could cost so much...