[Nebula opens the door, black eyes fixing on the man waiting behind them. Why she'd agreed to this is likely a moment of temporary stupidity. But he seems harmless enough. She moves aside from the door to let him in.]
Where would you like to be on your knees? The bedroom, living room... right here in my hallway? [She's not one to beat around the bush.]
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Where would you like to be on your knees? The bedroom, living room... right here in my hallway? [She's not one to beat around the bush.]