As Isabella and Suzette headed for the door, sneering, they took more shots at Franzika.
"'Ou cheap little tart! Scott, do not pay zis zlut. Ze wench iz not wort' it!"
"Si. Frannie is no saint, Scott! She is a hooker! Puta!"
Scott watched in horror as Franzika's clothes shifted, seemingly without her realizing it. Now she was dressed in a leopard-print minidress, black nylons, and a matching pair of knee-high boots! "Franzika?" he whispered. "Are you all right?"
"I...I don't know, Scott. I'm starting to think that they might be right..."
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