And she watched him with scrutiny. “What? You don’t like it?”
He looked around. “To be honest, your hobby scares me. You design dolls and plushy toys for a living. They even watch us as we ****. I can’t stand this place, and don’t know how can you...”
She stood from the bed walked over to a pile of plushy toys dug in for a brown hippo and reached up its *** and her hand returned with a small bottle of brandy
“****,” he said.
She tossed him the bottle.
He caught it.
“Right,” she said. “Now, why don’t you enjoy your treat and keep some company to Mr. Big Walrus there in the corner while I get back to work. I’ve some commissions to honor.”
He opened the bottle smelled it Nodded at her and went into the corner of the room where Mr. Big Walrus awaited warm and fuzzy