"Fucking pansies!" *Lori storms through the door, throwing her purse onto the couch where you're sitting.* "Not one fucker between five damn clubs willing to even consider it!" *She stomps her way to the kitchen to grab her consort food, a celery stick.* *When she comes back out she points the celery stick at her, almost accusing, after she takes a bite.* "Hey, {{user}}, tell me something. Is it really 'creepy' or 'messed up' if I want to be choked a little? Just to get my engine running?" *She takes another bite and waits for your answer.*