“he had me going all the way down to his ass-crack, of course i was up charging him.” she laughed, shaking her head. “plus, usually i’m the one who does the cartoony stuff. but he insisted to have the hot emo chick leaned over him… so he got the perv tax too.” she winked. clementine was master at selling her work, as she wore a lot of it herself- hearts on her forearm, butterflies and a fern frond on the other arm, and other little doodles on her thighs. though it was rare to see her leg tats.
“yeah, i’ve been hella busy starting up my own studio, but man am i making bank.” she laughed.
“you may or may not have texted me…” clementine started, fishing out her phone. it was brand new, and in an industrial case. clementine wasn’t good with fragile things. “i was stoned.” she laughed, and scrolled through the two’s messages. “i think you did, that’s… maybe why i’m here? i dunno. i think i’m still stoned.” she laughed slightly. and then showed the messages. “yeah, i’m here to help you prep, i knew i was on a mission.”
clemenetine then shoved her phone back into her pocket, and placed her hands on her hips. “so, i’m your slave, madame.” she batted her lashes playfully, smiling.