"Oooh, a Saturday evening gangbang?" Ate crooned. "Sounds delish, pumpkin." Then she stopped touching him and slipped away, grabbing the tequila again and watching him, now with a table between the two of them.
"I'm always satisfied," Ate told him, slowly letting her eyes linger down his body. "But there's always a little more satisfaction to be squeezed out of life, don't you know?" She took a swig from the bottle and then, with an innocent fluttering of her eyelashes, she asked: "Are you ever satisfied, blood-stained brother?"