The B.N.W.O. Trap
Marissa laughs as she remembers the conversation.
"I was like... no, no, no... Tony isn't a Satanist, where are you getting this from girl?"
She rolls her eyes as if making a big joke out of the whole thing.
"So then I tried to just change the subject you know, but she kept harping on about it, like a dog with a bone you know, so I had to tell her something... right? So I just said 'look, it's guys who like watching interracial porn, okay...' I mean it ain't no big deal right, half the world is watching skinny white bitches riding big black dicks, yeah?"
You nod in agreement....
"I mean we both know that ain't really what it is, don't we? But that's what I told her..."
You bite your lip nervously.
"Thank you Marissa, I... I really appreciate that."
"Damn right you should..."
Marissa eyes you suspiciously for a second, her lips slightly pursed.