"Stupid whore, Aya, stupid whore!"
"Does she do that often?"
Rinnosuke turned to his customer with a mild look of amusement on his broad face, his well-fed cheeks uplifted by the ever-present grin.
"Not so much," he replied, "but she does respond to certain verbal cues. She’s been trained extremely well."
Even while he spoke, the black haired girl was squirming on the floor of her cell. Her face rubbed against the cold, damp stone and her small breasts were squashed under her own weight. Her knees folded up toward her chest, she stuck her behind up in the air and was waving her hips back and forth in a most enticing manner.
"What kind of cues?"
"Aya," bellowed Rinnosuke with a devilish smirk. "Squirt."