Violet tried hard not to smile as he said the last bit, not wanting to reveal her trump card. "Fine," she agreed, not able to keep all of the petulance out of her voice. "Let's just get this over with."

"Good girl," James said, handing her a lipstick.

"What's this for?" Violet said, examining it and discovering it was a shade of particularly whorish red.

"I don't want any confusion or take backs, so when you decide which guy is your Romeo, I want you to leave a bright red kiss on him so we can compare..." James explained.

"You want me to kiss my fucking rapist?" Violet interrupted.

"I...