:: Let's just talk first.
"Let's just talk for a bit first," [[you|You]] say.  "Have a seat."

[[Molly]] sits down on the chair across from you.

"So, how did you end up working for the Andersons, Molly?" you ask.

"Well, I grew up in Rosestead and everybody in town knows the Andersons.  The beautiful house on the hill and all that," she says.  "When I graduated from high school, I was looking for a job and I thought who better to work for than Mr. Anderson.  You know?  All the girls who work here love it here.  It pays really, really well and you don't even need money while you're living here.  Rent, food, clothes, sex toys, everything's covered.  So the money just accumulates.  Anyway, I applied and Mr. Anderson liked me enough to hire me, so here I am."

"Don't you find the work degrading though?" you say.

"How do you mean?" Molly says.

"You know, that uniform you wear.  Some of the duties you have to perform."

"Oh, I see what you mean.  Yeah, of course I find it degrading.  That's part of why it's so exciting.  I was being degraded in high school by a few different boys for years before I started working here.  Just part of being a community girl," she says.

"But don't the people in Rosestead look down on you?  Doesn't that bother you?"

"Well, yes and no.  They certainly pretend to look down on me, especially when they're fucking me.  But I like that, so it's all good.  Some people can be pretty cruel, I guess, so they might genuinely hold me in contempt.  But even that just sends me into subspace.  There's nothing hotter than licking the shoe of someone who you think despises you.  I think most community girls want to be looked down on because we prefer looking up.  I certainly do."

[[Continue.|Talk with Molly]]