[ Julie really wants to keep pushing. She is nothing if not relentless. Ideally, she would walk away from this exchange with a pencil sketch. She died for that man-thing, she deserves to know exactly what his dick is really like. Julie feels she has earned that right.

But she loves Nadine more than her own sense of entitlement (just barely), so she lets it go. Mostly. ]

I'm just sayin', you can pretty much say you've been fisted. That's cool. That kinda shit can make a lot of money. Plus, most people haven't had sex with demons. Double cool. President of the hardcore club.

[ And then she reaches for another cookie. Taking a bite, she sinks back into the pillows and crosses her legs. ]

So then what about stuff you haven't tried, but you would?