I do not smoke

"Ah, I'm fine..." You answer, somewhat sheepish, this question seems a little awkward for whatever reason. You exhale and close your eyes. The cold starts to envelope you. When you open your eyes again, you notice that both girls are still standing there, staring at you intently. "What do you guys want?"

Mikko steps up, smilingly slightly. "Gwendolion and I were wondering how you'd like secure your ownership for us."

You crane your neck. "Mikko, Gwendolion...Listen to me...You don't need to worry about securing the deal with me. Nothing up here is really official."

Mikko shakes her head. "We've always been official. Anything otherwise would be foreign." As she stuffs the pack of nicotine away.

"You two supply the area with ****?" You say, breaking the silence. "What else do you run in this area?"

Mikko gestures to the lid of the cigarettes then, the firearm on your side, and then herself. "****. Weapons and, uhm... Fuck Toy Objects."

“Good lord,” you sigh. “FTO’s?”

She nods, and then Gwendolion steps up. “Sometimes- we'd mostly secure deals by doing certain activities."

A hard blush washes over your cheeks. You knew where she was going. You extended a hand out and shook your head. “Listen...We don’t need to do anything like that. I’m taking you in on my own terms.”

Both of the girls shake their heads in unison, but Mikko speaks for them both. “We need to secure the deal somehow. It’s almost our culture. Nothing comes without a price. You look experienced...You know that as well as we do...”

You sigh loudly. You don't answer for a few moments. "We don't need to. I willingly took the three of you until we can work something else out."

"But, master..." Mikko puffs her cheeks.

Your cheeks flare again and point at Mikko. "Don't call me that. I have a fucking name."

Gwendolion steps closer. "That's what you are to us now though!"

"Shush!" You hiss, not wanting to wake anyone inside. "Just shut the hell up for a few seconds, would you?"