Re: Washrooms/ Allison and Kenzi, gossip
"Convincing? Why, what did she say?" Allison pulled her knees up to her chest, worried exactly how far the conversation had gone about her. Kenzi's question confused her though, and she shrugged.
"When she was trying to scare me, she told me we might have to suck people off, get touched, and have sex if she wishes us to. So yeah, we need permission. So much crap." She rolled her eyes - she didn't need her permission to do anything, as far as she was concerned. Sitting on the floor, she pulled her knees up to herself, even if it meant flashing her, it was only Kenzi - she'd seen her much worse.
"You don't want to leave her, do you?" She said at last, raising her eyebrows at the other girl - it was a fact that made her plenty sad enough. "You don't think she's bad. I see the way you look at each other, I'm not stupid. It's the same look her other slaves have. I probably shouldn't have even mentioned Ambrose to you."