"I don't like your tone, ladies!"

You frown at them. "I don't like your tone, ladies. There's not enough begging in your voice."

The two look at each other again, as if they are communicating via telepathy. More likely, they just know each other for so long that no words are needed. Then, all of a sudden, both slump in their posture and put on meek, pleading faces.

"Please, sir? Some coins, sir? We are two poor girls who need the help of a strong man."

They are quite convincing, you must admit, but given how they reacted before this must be a play. You blink in astonishment.

"What's your name?," you ask.

"I am Trisha, and this is my sister Lara. We are twins. But you noticed that already, Sir, right?," says one of them. There is a subtle undertone of mockery in her voice which betrays her demure face. {if Dominance > 5}You decide that these two are dangerous ones. They seem to know exactly how to play and manipulate men. You are better cautious.{endif}

"Please, Sir? Just a few of your coins?" Lara moves a bit closer to you, every little movement a skilled display of sensuality and subtle seduction. You notice that her nipples have hardened, and you wonder if she is skillfull enough to just make that happen or if something is really arousing her.