“Well,” said Bill, stuttering a little, “I might ask you on a date.”
“And what would happen on this date?”
“We might go out to a restaurant to eat. But that won't be an option for us, the House Below having a distressing lack of fine dining establishments,” he said, his lips twitching in a smile. “Instead, I might invite you to where I live and cook a meal for you. We would talk, get to know each other better. If the woman was willing and expressed an interest, and if I desired her as well, we might end up going to bed.”
“And having s*x, yes?” Polina asked, her eyes bright with amusement.
“Yes,” Bill blushed.
“Why do you go red? s*x is very enjoyable. When I am the Snow Maid, I have it as often as I can.” She flipped a hand dismissively. “This is what we will do. You will make a meal
