Silky Garrard: Ah, yes, hello sir. Please, please, do make yourself comfortable. You strike my eye as a man of exquisite tastes and insatiable appetites. I can tell that you’re interested in the higher end of our bouquet of delectations.

Or, perhaps, in a manner of speaking, it’s not the “higher end” that you seek at all.

Just a joke, sir. I can see that you are a man that does not take his pleasure-seeking lightly. I admire such qualities.

Let us get to the business at hand.

But first, a glass of the house red. Doesn’t that go down smooth?

Ben Roethlisberger: HI DAVID

Silky: No one but my mother gets to refer to me by that name, good sir. But I know you won’t make that mistake again. [Pulls back suit to reveal gun holster] Will you?

Enough of formalities. Let us be frank: I can assure you that you are in for an evening of the finest in corporeal delights.

Roethlisberger: HARF HARF HARF I DON’T WANNA CARPOOL

Silky: …No.

No…

I shouldn’t think so.

You know, I think I have a specimen might be just right for you.

This is Georgia. Let me promise you that this statuesque figure you see before you is 100 percent woman. Never a man. Check for scars. No, not there, over here. She’s merely been on a steady diet of growth hormones since she was seven, which makes her both your equal in stature and intellectual capacity.

Roethlisberger: CAN SHE BLOCK?

Silky: She can render any service it is that you desire. And all for the modest price of… how much do you have on you?

Roethlisberger:
HINES DOESN’T LET ME CARRY MONEY

Silky: So you got nothing?

Roethlisberger: GOTS OWIE IN MY KNEESPOT

Silky: Tiny! Please show this man the exit. And the wall next to it.