"They've been bullying *my* daughter."

"Well, uh, I'm sorry to say but... they've been bullying... *my* daughter?" you tell the Shopkeeper, a voice in your head yelling _what the hell are you SAYING, numbnuts!? _with increasing volume as you stumble further through the sentence. The twins are on their way downstairs right now, and you felt it'd be a good idea to accuse them of bullying? Way to get on this families good side...

At least it seems to have caught the sultry shopkeeper off guard - her lips are pursed and her eyebrows have shot up so high they look like they're trying to escape. She's not off guard for long though - while you're still working out why you'd choose to tell that particular stupid lie, her eyes narrow, a playful grin creeps across her face, and she leans back against the cigarette display cases that line the wall behind her with her arms folded beneath her heavy breasts.

"Oh dear. Oh dear me, that *will* not do. Not at all. So, tell me - how old is your daughter?" she asks, feigning innocence and concern with just the slightest hint of sarcasm.

You gulp nervously as the voice in your head berates you again. She's got you and she knows it - of course you're too young to have a daughter anywhere near her twins age! What *were* you thinking? The twins -

The twins. A door behind you, at the back of the shop bangs open, and you hear footsteps approach, stopping just behind your back. You don't turn, but can sense their presence, one standing either side of you, uncomfortably close. A voice to your left begins to speak, the whining tone easily detectable even in the single truncated word she gets out, and then Rasna casts a sharp glance over your shoulder and presses a finger to her lips and the unseen speaker falls silent.

The wicked curvy tease cocks a single eyebrow and shifts her smirk over to one side of her face.

"So then?" She reminds you pleasantly, "You daughter? How old is she?"

You feel a trickle of sweat run down the side of your neck. Your mind is blank, it's not even yelling at you for being an idiot anymore. You open and close your mouth. Still can't think of anything, still Rasna stares with impassive playfulness at you. With each second that crawls by the more anxious you get and the harder it is to think, so you just open up your mouth and blurt out -