Spicy Desi Delight

“Alright, see ya tomorrow, sis. Indian porn You’ve got a fat tip in your future, young lady.”
“Wow. I told you, Ms. Thank you. Gloves are off now. So she needs to be in bed at the appropriate time or everything falls out of whack.”
“Ok, ok, how’s about this: we play three quarters past her bedtime.”
“…Ten minutes.”
“Two and a half quarters.”
“Twelve minutes and you only do half the dishes from now on.”
“Two quarters and I take care of dinner every visit.”
“…Alright, deal.”
Ruby rejoices from the compromise, not knowing that that’s practically the same deal that they’ve had for the past few months. “Oh, hey, there,” she greets after removing an earbud,
“Hey. Moments later, Yang hears her bedroom door slam shut. Raven brings two fingers to her lip, wiping away the blood from it before darting at Yang. See, I’m not one of your little subjects.

Spicy Desi Delight