Damn straight.

You begin your walk with Lottie, just walking down the road. It's a nice day, though maybe not quite as nice as her perfectly sculpted hourglass figure. And the way her jet black hair shines in the sun is amazing.

"Art thou done staring at me like a dog?" Lotchen asks with annoyance.

"What? Oh, I mean, actually, I could stare at you all day really girl, cause your body is like Coachella-rockin'."

"Ugh, I have no idea what thou is speaking about, but your brazenness disgusts me young man," Lotchen says while glaring at you. "I'm both married and older than thou."

"What can I say Lottie, you're so damn beautiful."

"I, what?" Lotchen says, staring at you with apprehension and a red tinge to her cheeks. "You think I'm beautiful?"

"All day and all night." Lotchen tries to hide her face from you.

"Enough, I didn't come here just for you to flirt with me. If you have ears to listen, you best heed my warning, for your hosts are not as noble as they mayest seem to thee."

"What?" you ask in genuine curiosity. "What dost thou-I mean, what the fuck are you talking 'bout girl?"

"Not here," Lotchen says, stopping in the middle of the road, looking around. You don't see anyone around, but that doesn't seem to be good enough for Lottie. She indicates to a small grove a little off the road.

"So, wassup?" you ask her underneath the shade of the tree.

"Listen, two years ago, a trial went underway, where many were accused of witchcraft by some of the girls here in this town, though I personally had my suspicions" Lotchen says with all seriousness. "People were hurt and people died due to the accusations."

"That sucks," you say. "But you say this was a few years ago?"

"Well, though we haven't known each other very long, I think you've seen enough already that me and Rebecca don't exactly adore one another."

"Yeah?"

"It wasn't always like this, but to cut to the chase, Rebecca's daughters were two of the girls who made some of the accusations."

"Flo and Abby?"

"Yes. Specifically, they accused my husband of witchcraft. Though my husband was cleared, our family name was tarnished and we haven't been the same since, having lost our fortune. I never knew why they would do such a thing, but though I tried to ask them, Rebecca would never let me speak my mind. So do what you want to them, I understand they are beautiful, but you shouldn't trust them."

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to do nothing," Lottie says. "Well, if you learned the reasons that I could not, I would be most thankful." She's standing there underneath the shade, and while she doesn't seem to have realized it, she has arms crossed right underneath her bomb breasts, unintentionally pushing them up. At least, you think it's unintentional, until she raises an eyebrow.

"I might be interested," you say. "But I might want some payment up-front first."

"Oh?" she asks warily.