Lynne didn’t respond.

I checked the time and urged, "The party's about to start, go have fun."

Lynne shot me a look, "Do you think I'm the type to forget my friends for a man?"

On the way here, she had been lecturing me on the selection criteria for the servers at Horton Estate, comparing it to the standards for choosing male escorts at exclusive clubs.

I could only act cute and plead, "Come on, remember to send updates in the group. I ...