Sybil notes the irony of Boxer's aquatic-based food choice and decides on fish for herself. Charred, predictably.
Amusingly, her responses with more information more or less confirm his suspicions. Free clothing, being eye candy, getting paid.
"Minimum two year contract, exclusive rights to photograph you going to the companies of my choosing." The companies she profits from, of course. "Required residence on my estate, access to any food, resources, and recreation you see fit."
She idly pulls out a folder and pushes it across the table to him. It details the place she calls home and includes floor plans and depths of all water features available. Disturbingly, there is a molten metal pool in the lowest level.
No one will ever know how much she paid to make this place a reality.
no subject
Amusingly, her responses with more information more or less confirm his suspicions. Free clothing, being eye candy, getting paid.
"Minimum two year contract, exclusive rights to photograph you going to the companies of my choosing." The companies she profits from, of course. "Required residence on my estate, access to any food, resources, and recreation you see fit."
She idly pulls out a folder and pushes it across the table to him. It details the place she calls home and includes floor plans and depths of all water features available. Disturbingly, there is a molten metal pool in the lowest level.
No one will ever know how much she paid to make this place a reality.