Ha. The master of lies was as fluid and graceful as ever, Brandy noted as she feigned confusion during his circling. Her expression never dropped, even as she was ready to slip into a familiar Sal smirk at any moment. "Blythe and Eileen won't come near me." Her pout returned as she flippantly unzipped the rest of her jacket, leaving it open for his enjoyment. "L'Arachel? Nah. But that would make a good catfight, huh? And Alessa...I think she'd do it...for the right price..."
That was when Brandy's playful grin melted into Sal's smirk. In all honesty, Brandy had hormones because Brandy was a legitimate female. But she was a female with Sal's mind - and Sal denied those hormones with every ounce of willpower she could conjure.
"Oh, baby, all sorts of things turn me on. Mud wrestling, chocolate covered strawberries, fake people." She cocked her head. "Liars are so fucking sexy...aren't they, Old Spice."