"My friend Tony met them when he visited the town."

"My friend Tony met them when he visited the town," you almost stammer, "He said when I visit I should look them up and they might uh.. show me around?"

Just for a fraction of a second, an expression of mild surprise seems to flicker across her face, the shop keeper instantly recovers her composure and tilts her head curiously to one side as a rather curious and multi layered smile spreads slowly across her face - innocent and friendly and helpful on the surface, playful and mischievous underneath, and a thin layer of wickedness between them.

"Tony you say? I wonder if *I* met him... Hmmm. Tony, Tony, Tony..."

She tap her chin and raises her eyebrows as she - obviously - pretend to struggle to place the name, then her eyes widen and she grins in a pantomime of recollection. From somewhere above and behind you, you hear the muffled sound of footsteps descending a staircase - the twins are on their way.

"Oh yes, I remember sweet Little Tony," she smirks, eyes gleaming, "Standing right behind this counter, right where I am now when I first met him... well, not standing. Kneeling."

You swallow awkwardly. What kind of can of worms have you opened here?

And Tony's bullshit was *true*? Maybe you should reconsider that story he told about the Spice Girls gang banging a friend of a friend of his when he delivered a pizza to their hotel, too...

"Tell me, did he mention me to you at all?" the shopkeeper purrs, leaning ever closer to you and nearer the counter top and granting you a mesmerizing and dangerously distracting view. My name is Rasna. I had rather thought I'd left an impression on the boy..."

Your minds a whirlpool of arousal and confusion (with a little bit of anxiety on the side), but behind you, to the back of the shop, you hear a door bang open. Her daughters will be at the counter in moments - if you want to reply to her question before they get here, you better decide what you want to say quickly.