"Some modern art pieces are meant to be interacted with. Cage Cavanaugh is such a piece. I would never let the opportunity pass," Lily said in a bland voice. "You lack hormones, my love. Or you are too occupied with appreciating the man and have forgotten that you have a functioning hooha that needs action to not shrivel up and fall off your body."
"My hooha is under working condition and working well. I am not a nun," Kitty scoffed.
"Pfft. That's not what you told Nathan." She gave her a clever look and turned to Lily with a salacious smile. "She will one day be the bride of the Lord, our Savior," she said in a priest-like voice that pissed Kitty off a teeny tiny bit.
