Pursue Margaret

"I am very interested in you," I said. Igor huffed, standing up realizing that I hadn't changed since my last adventure. He walked out of the vehicle leaving us two alone.

Margaret raised her brow, wondering about his quick exit.

"Curious," said Margaret, "what interest would you have in me?"

"I'm interested in you because you are gorgeous," I said. I was already imagining how great of a trophy husband I would make for her.

"Oh."

Margaret's eyes looked me over, understanding. I took this moment to look at her too. Her chest was bigger than Elizabeth's, her waist seemed similar in size.

"The way your eyes are moving from my chest, to my hips, and to my mouth... it makes it very difficult for me to get a read on how you are imagining fucking me," said Margaret.

She was very direct, her expression unyielding. What a weird family they were.

"Well Mr. Morooka," said Margaret, "should I turn around, my ass may also be of interest." Margaret turned herself around, showing me an ass crafted by gods.

"It seems we found a winner," said Margaret, "but, even though your competition here is...non existent. It would be unprofessional of me to sleep with you."

Margaret sat down expression still cold as ever. She must have enjoyed her teasing.