Hall of Infinite Doors
"Go on . . ." you say smoothly.
"Well, he was a lousy manager anyway. He wanted me to do more in film, and I wanted to do more in photos. I'm really interested in working here. The best he ever did for me is help get rid of panty lines."
"Huh?" you ask, increduously.
She stands coquettishly and turns to one side. "See how smooth that is?" she says, referring to her derrier. She smiles seductively. "See?"
"Well, he was a lousy manager anyway. He wanted me to do more in film, and I wanted to do more in photos. I'm really interested in working here. The best he ever did for me is help get rid of panty lines."
"Huh?" you ask, increduously.
She stands coquettishly and turns to one side. "See how smooth that is?" she says, referring to her derrier. She smiles seductively. "See?"