(Originally written by: FrauMannelig)
Jack shuddered. "Eh... er... Lady."
"Oh man, Jackie...!" Marla grumbled, she would have preferred to be a mom. But then she remembered thousands of lessons of escort training. Oh God! She raised her voice - which was totally unladylike! She quickly produced a friendly face and corrected her voice. "Would you all please wait a moment while I adjust?" she demanded friendly, practicing her hoarse voice to sound pleasurable and comforting. "I believe I get the hang of... pardon, I believe this attitude is a bit more sophisticated."
She realized how she was slouching in her beanbag, and immediately corrected this fault, too. She sat upright with her small, perky breasts pushing outward, and had one leg atop the other, like a proper lady. She brushed through her hair, but chose the wrong side. It wasn't for the first time that she got tomato sauce on her hands. Instead of licking it off while everyone was watching, she thought of a way to gracefully deal with it. Running for the bathroom? Not a good idea, she would have to leave the room too often and put off her clients with such hysterical manners. Wiping it on her thighs? NO! She finally decided to simply ignore it in the most dignified manner possible.
"Oh." she breathed when she realized that she thought of the others not as her friends, but her clients. It was her only goal in life to make everyone around her as comfortable and happy as possible - as long as their demands were reasonably inside her education as a high-priced prostitute.
"Don't worry you pretty head, it will all come naturally." The game announced. "Now that we all finished the third round, everyone gets to choose his own changes. All in favor?"
"Si!" - "Ohhhhdeeeeperyeahhhhhh...!" - <Affirmative.> <Affirmative.> - sigh, whatever." - "Yes, please."
