"I've been watching you for a little while now, honey," Harry said. Just a few minutes ago, Marigold wouldn't have thought anything at all about that statement. Now it just made her feel used. "I know all about you and your little friends. You're all so gorgeous."
Marigold's skin was crawling. He had been watching them? What did that mean, exactly? Was he a 'fan'? How much did he know about the BB Brigade? Harry was barely even looking at her, but still she covered her breasts with her hands and looked away, hoping she could pretend the sticky white goo on her face just wasn't there.
"I didn't think that this would go so well!" Harry said. "But now I've got lots of pictures of a hottie debasing herself for me, plus I was able to get myself off. I can't just stop there!"
Oh no. What does that mean? What else did this awful man want from her? Marigold felt like she could almost cry.
"So I want you to help me. You're going to convince one of your little friends to spend some time with me now. And I know exactly who I want first."
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