I felt my chest tighten as his words sunk in. I had never heard language like that, we had been pretty sheltered between the club and our private school. I looked at my sister and she looked terrified. I knew this was what she wanted but I couldn't help being a little scared. I jumped as I felt the white man touch my shoulder. He ran his hand down my arm and took my hand, lifting it up. My fingernails were painted pink and my manicure was only a few days old so they were still very pretty.

"You can always tell the rich cunts, their little fingers are perfect...