Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-24510587-20190111205442

Finally, it was the Boss' turn. He was standing in front of a little table that had been put up, with a woman in her thirties sitting behind it.

"Name, surname, age?" She requested.

"Mm, let me guess what that would be," mister Gillam said.

"A handsome portion of our profits? Exclusivity rights to our wares, perhaps?"