"…..Am I just going to be a bag mule in the end?" Asked Frost as he shrugged his shoulders, admitting that he did in fact lack the guts to try and bleed the woman dry of her money. Doing so would not only earn him her scorn but also grant her unlimited ammunition when it came to mocking his own lack of wealth.
"Maybe but you'll be the most handsome bag mule there and if you're good I might buy you a carrot or two." Khione further teased causing Frost to stumble in his steps, the student had improved to such a degree that she could even trade blows with the master.
The delivery was so smooth that he couldn't even get mad instead he had to hold in his laughter.
Filled with a feeling of triumph over the big bad bully that had made her tongue tied so many times over their brief time together Khione walked with big steps as Frost trailed behind her relying on the sashaying of her wide hips and the bounce of her muscular cheeks to keep a positive mood.
