Definitely.

"Alright, that sounds like fun," Jett agreed, and took her hand, heading into the motel bedroom. Esther grinned and undid her black dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing that she had no bra or panties on, and she tossed her silver hair as she put her hands behind her head.

"Someone's frisky," Jett noted. "You're quite the slut, aren't you?"

"Not my fault I was born with such a libido," she teased.

"Perhaps not... But then, you had the ability to alter the genes that made you that way," he quipped.

"Pffht, like I'd want to do that, I happen to like being a slut, thank you very much... Especially now that I'm in a position to really enjoy it..."

"... can't argue with that," Jett admitted with a chuckle.

"So!" she said, rubbing her hands together after clapping them. "How do you want your Slut Number 1?"