"Hi, UltraDate support, Jolie speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hi," the guy on the other end of the phone answered, sounding a little awkward. "I was actually calling about my ratings?"
"Sure thing. Can I get the name tied to this account?"
'Andrew', answered the caller, and provided all his other info.
"Awesome, that looks good. So what question did you have about your ratings?"
"Well, here's the thing," he said abruptly. "I got rated two stars at cunnilingus, and that's been messing up my chanc

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At sometime past three that morning, Emeril had fully immersed himself in his own projects. The night's customers were tended to, the mundane upkeep was completed, and all of the fleshcrafting production processes were in full swing. All of his stocks remained about as plentiful as expected after the evening's shopping, and he had nothing left to concern himself over besides that which he cared to.
His chosen fixation, then, was the frothing cauldron before him and the numerous busy littl

Emeril managed to smile as he finished setting up shop for the night. Dim lights covered the cramped show floor of the one-man curiosity shop. To the side, plenty of space was reserved for two changing rooms, built of nothing more than a pair of strategically placed mirrors each, and some heavily embroidered black curtains on rails. In the corner nearest the entrance, a glass-covered case showcased a few simpler samples of Emeril's craft. The most impressive of these, a perfectly proportioned an