“Okay, witches.” She grinned and leaned forward, her tits spilled out of the low-cut lacy dress she had on. “I think it’s time to spill the tea. What do you think?” A flood of gifts appeared. I’d checked the prices of the diamonds, the crowns, the little hats, and other random items signifying real money. Eisley was making bank, even without the after-dark content.
