"Morag is the whip master," Romilda said with a laugh. "I'm sure you're plenty good, no offense. And thank you, but she offered first."
She grinned at him, and put her hands on her hips, looking at their combined display. It was really quite impressive. The two of them together owned enough to fill a sex toy store, possibly two.
"Maybe I'll throw those sex toy parties when I graduate," she said. "Or own a store, or both. I was going to be a fashion designer, but... I could design lingerie! Or I could work on my designs while my customers were perusing the goods."