Harley

“I have 65 phone numbers,” Ivy smiled showing them all on her contact list.

“Oh Red, you’re losing your touch,” Harley said. “See, I got 69.”

Harley showed her phone to Ivy. “I guess I shouldn’t underestimate you, Harles,” Ivy said as she kissed her, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“And it’s time for you to give these girls a show now, Pam,” Harley said. “I’ll be rooting for ya.”

Ivy smiled and strutted onto the stage as all eyes turned to her.