Her brows only arched higher, grown in but still much … thinner, than one might expect a man Constable Coburn’s employable age.

There were words coming out of her mouth, but most of what Fanny noticed was cleavage. Cleavage cleavage cleavage. This girl was coming off cheaper than Fanny in her first days, where even butlers would stiff her.

She’d seen plenty of breasts. Enough to know with a gem seller’s expertise that these, these were nice breasts! Totally different than all the other breasts. How much did Fanny have on her? Her hand flew to her wallet-- no no no, terrible idea.

“Choke him,” she answered, apparently to this young woman’s bosom. “And lemme watch.”