Just make Jessie do it

I figured that it would be hard to ask the pressing questions that you demand, dear reader, with my face in a pillow.

"Hey Jessie, I need you to do me a favor."

"Sure Allie, what is it?"

"Go ask that girl in the little black dress to come over here, I want to interview her."

Jessie cocked an eyebrow at me skeptically. "I dunno, Allie. The dance floors at these things are kinda slut central, you know? Just look how the guys are watching them." She was clearly dubious about the idea, but did I also see a faint glimmer of excitement touch her eyes?

Her point was punctuated by a submissive rhythmic moaning coming through the wall next to us. It sounded like the dance floor girl that we had watched get pulled. The hunter was claiming his prize.

Jessie looked so cute and innocent in her little uniform. Could I really ask her to go into harm's way like that?