[color=turquoise]"You gonna answer me any time soon, or are you just gonna stand there? I gotta meet with someone I owe a few dozen things to."[/color] Harvey said, nonchalantly scratching his pectoral fin.

[color=turquoise][i]He's not talking,[/i][/color] Harvey thought. [color=turquoise][i]Either he's got no vocal chords, or he's putting on an act.[/i][/color] Either way, this guy wasn't happy with his situation.

Harvey considered Kieri's outfit. Loose-fitting dress, tight-fitting collar, breasts, weird hair, and makeup. Harvey wasn't a pessimist, but he [i]could[/i] recognize what's going on here. This poor fellow was some sicko's boy-slave, dressed up like a literal angel and forced to stay silent. Harvey briefly glanced around the field, trying to find this boy's master. Nothing.

[color=turquoise]"Well, kid, I dunno what to tell ya. Guess your, uh... your man up and left you here, huh?"[/color]
Harvey had to admit that talking to Kieri was... awkward. After the Great White Flash, most people just completely gave up on women, even people convincingly [i]dressed[/i] like one. Seeing someone dressed up like a pretty girl, especially someone so feminine-looking, was a bit of a shock. Whoever owned this kid, they were clearly old-school. Still, Harvey would need some help if he wanted to survive, especially since there'd definitely be people after him.

[color=turquoise]"Sucks hard, doesn't it? Here, how's about this?"[/color] Harvey fished around in his briefcase, and pulled out a decent-sized stack of well-used pornographic magazines. [color=turquoise]"Twenty Mags to buy your loyalty. Enough to buy some Potato Liquor and something strong enough to get that neck thing off. How's about it?"[/color]