[Joan locks the door behind her. On the inside, the townhouse is made of smooth stone and Victorian frippery, mostly devoid of furniture. It looks like someone just moved in and is still getting everything together. More accurately, it looks like someone moved in two months ago and keeps having major life events which waylay the moving-in process.]
[Briskly, Joan leads Sam through the foyer, up the stairs.] Me neither. Before, I mean. But- [She looks over her shoulder. Sam is really, really pretty. Joan forces herself to grin, make a joke. Get over the nerves that accompany being with women, the inescapable knowledge that they're prettier than her-] Don't worry. I won't leave a nasty yelp review on your pussy.
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[Briskly, Joan leads Sam through the foyer, up the stairs.] Me neither. Before, I mean. But- [She looks over her shoulder. Sam is really, really pretty. Joan forces herself to grin, make a joke. Get over the nerves that accompany being with women, the inescapable knowledge that they're prettier than her-] Don't worry. I won't leave a nasty yelp review on your pussy.