Mr. Compton.
Sorry I'm running a little bit late this evening. Why don't you come in?
My name is Joey Allen Smallwood
from Thomas Tickerton's fine jewelry in Shreveport.
Of course, thanks for driving all the way out here, Mrs. Smallwood.
It's Miss.
Well, it was Ms. Smallwood until very recently.
That's my husband's name, Smallwood.
I would go back to my maiden name,
which is Pushy, but people always make fun of it,
and well, Smallwood is a better name for me professionally.
But I don't mind telling you
that my husband, Mr Smallwood, certainly lived up to his name!
Forgive me,
that was very crude,
I'm a little nervous.
I am not vampa-phobic
by any means, but you are my first
that I've ever actually met.
I've seen them on TV of course.
There's no need to be nervous.
Should we have a look on what you brought me?
Don't you wanna get dressed?
As I said I'm running a little bit late, so if it doesn't bother you...
Not at all! It doesn't bother me at all!
Let's get down to it!
I appreciate this.
It's not possible for me to visit during normal business hours.
Please, this is what I do,
it's all about pleasing the client,
what ever it takes!
I have some real jewels here.
In white gold,
rose gold, platinum,
and...
even this antique stunner in sterling silver.
No silver.
Which of these
catches your eye?
Which by the way...
your eyes have the most lovely shade of blue.
Is it a vampire thing
or were your eyes always that color?
My intended is blond, so I was thinking, perhaps,
yellow gold will suit her best.
Mmh. Well,
I certainly don't wear size six,
but if you'd like to try slipping that little beauty
on my pinky finger...
Jam it!
Just to imagine
what it would feel like.
Mrs. Smallwood...
what exactly are you hoping to accomplish this evening?
I'm hoping that you'll ravish me
right here on this velvet couch.
And take me gently, but not too gently, the way a pirate would.
Well, that is not going to happen.
Please.
No.
I am a one-woman man. I don't want any human nor vampire.
Goddamn it.
I can offer you a different scenario,
one that might satisfy your desires,
founded as they are on your need
to sexually objectify me based on what I am.
Which is, frankly, a little insulting.
Just tell me what you want, daddy.
How about,
once I choose a ring,
you offer to sell it to me
at cost.
But that'll get me in trouble.
Which I think is only appropriate.
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