... but you never seemed to want bright colors before- black used to be good enough until now..." She was regarding Flora with thoughtful eyes. "That's because I never bought something just for wearing out in public before," Flora said. "I mean, EVERYONE wears black rubber or leather at the convention, right? I just wanted to be... different, that's all." "You want to be different, eh?" asked Mandy in an odd tone, staring intently into Flora's eyes. "But you ARE different, my little slut, and you know it, don't you?" She had lowered her voice to a deep and throaty purr, and Jason doubted that the two behind the counter could hear. It would probably have been too much for their perspiring young minds anyhow, he thought. Mandy was still talking in low tones to Flora. "You are better than they are, aren't you? You are more... valuable, because you are mine." Flora's eyes grew a little wider, but she didn't break Mandy's gaze. She licked her lips. She began to look distracted, as if listening to Mandy's little speech was the most important thing in the world. |