I free myself from Orok’s clutches. “If you’re done discussing my dowry, we’re off.” “Two grand,” Orok says too quickly. “I’d also settle for a new gaming system. Dealer’s choice.” Thio pretends to consider. Or, at least, that’d better be fake consideration. “Done.” “Two grand?” I squawk. “Fuck you both, my virtue is worth more than that.” Orok laughs in a way that’s just the word wah shouted really loud. “Virtue. Right.”
