[CW: references to some out-there fetishes]

She crinkled her nose and leered at him, crossing her arms under her chest.

“You’re making me blush!”

She hadn’t blushed since 1890.

Something different. Something weird up the peehole? Milking fetish? She’d be impressed if it was actually something different. She waved him in, headed down a hall and turned the handles of a couple locked doors before finding an open one.

The upholstered furniture was nice, at least.