The lustful roaming of Herman's eyes is practically a physical caress and Fritzie stirs on the bench, crossing her legs as she leans forward to tuck a lock of blond hair behind Herman's ear, the pad of her fingertip deliberately following the curve of that ear all the way down to the lobe.

She'd meant it, when she told Sal that Herman was more than any average conquest. She hasn't been this intrigued or excited in an indeterminable while. Even her last tumble with the Emcee hadn't made her feel this eager.

"What daydreams would these be, Herman?" she asks, in a low, husky tone.