Marigold's midnight meeting.

Marigold hated herself. She hated the life she had made for herself. Well, not really. She had gotten caught up in all the sex and the lust and the desire that everyone offered her all the time. She had had sex with more people in the last few weeks than a lot of people did in their whole lives. Sure, she prayed and asked for forgiveness for her slutty ways, but she still did it. That was how this worked.

Marigold didn't really hate herself. She hated that she had gotten into this mess and that she hadn't protected herself better. But then again, maybe if she had, none of this would have ever gotten out. If Harry and Jakey hadn't published those pictures, everyone would still be too scared to ask LittleLambX3 to do anything too lewd for them, and LittleLambX3 would be too scared to go through with it if any of them actually did.

But still, Harry made her stomach turn over. He wasn't cute or funny or nice to her. And she knew what he thought of her. But here she was, in front of his hotel room. He had sent her his room number in the next email after she had begged him not to tell her parents what she had done. She didn't know how he knew who her parents were, but she couldn't risk it if he really did. Everything would fall apart for her if they knew.

Marigold didn't know what Harry's idea of "something pretty" was and she was too scared to tell Lynn what was going on, so she had come up with her outfit for the night herself. It wasn't too different from what she usually wore these days. She had a tight sky-blue dress, but then again, everything was tight with her bust. Underneath she wore a lacy white bra to match her old secret panties, and she had a pair of matching blue heels on. She felt a little bit like a princess.

She knocked on the door again. She could hear music inside. Marigold hadn't taken Harry for the music type, but she had made a lot of bad judgments about Harry in the short time that she had known him. She waited for him to come to the door.