George and Jeffrey also are on the other end of the table, as though they're consciously avoiding contact with Amanda. They appear to be enclosed in their own little bubble, as though they are dining alone.
"Hey you guys", says Carl, directing to them. "So, you are two of Aphrodite's loyal patrons."
"Maybe once or twice", says Jeffery, quickly averting his eyes. "We were just looking around."
"Maybe their privacy should be respected", says Amanda quietly.
"Busted!" says George, now laughing out loud. "Whaddaya say, Jeffy, maybe time to fess up." Jeffery just shrugs.
"We bought negligees", says George, firmly and defiantly. "Pink chiffon. We are a vision of loveliness", and now he is laughing again.
"We're not drag queens", says Jeffery sheepishly. "We like to relax."
"It's all play", says George. "How about tonight,, after dinner, we model for you guys?"
"Shut up", says Jeffery, clearly flustered.
"are they peekaboo?" says Carl.
"You are soon to find out", says George with a mischievous grin, "you are very soon to find out..."
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