"There are seven of us. Some we don't see very often. It's for the best probably." Sloth wished they weren't going up a hill. This was tiring. "Everyone is her type. She's a giant slut anyway. Not me though. Nobody would even want to if I wanted to be slutty." That old self-loathing was rising up and seeping out like sludge, feeding off and influencing Digger's mood. "They're all, No sorry Sorrel, I actually have to fuck someone else, probably your sister and definitely not you," she grumbled.