Whöre Olympics

When I open the door to Lion's apartment after knocking softly, the three men are sitting on the couch watching television.

"What took you so long—oh, boy," Grayson lowers his gaze to my body, especially my breasts and legs. I love the attention so much that I can't help but do a spin in front of him so he can see all of me, "This isn't the same Midnight that arrived here."

"Don't let Angie turn you into her clone, okay?" Lion asks, barely giving me a glance and rolling his eyes, then he extends his beer towards me as if he's offering but I shake my head, "Come and sit with us while we wait."

"Okay," I walk over to the couch and make room between Grayson and Bastian again, "Lionel, I have a lot of questions for you. The first is this: what..."

"This isn't an interview is it?" he interrupts me, with a grimace, "I've always hated interviews. Tell me something about yourself, and I'll tell you something about me."

"I have nothing to tell about myself. Nothing interesting has ever happene