"You want to dress like a slut because you're a whore. Isn't that right?"
He thought that there would be some sort of a pause, some sort of a hesitation. But there wasn't. Just like all the other times he asked that question, she responded by saying "Yes."
"What are you, Andrea?"
"I'm a whore."
"A dirty whore?"
"Yes."
Jake smiled. "When you awaken, you will use the most obscene and vulgar language you can think of. From now on, your breasts are called tits, your vagina is called a cunt, and a penis is called a cock. Right?"
"Yes."
Jake smiled again, taking a little pleasure in corrupting this woman.
He was about to continue with a few more commands, but got interrupted.
"Hey, what's going on here?" a voice suddenly asked.
