"Sure that'd be great. Let me give you my number." Willow reached out ripped Meg's shirt open. She reached over and wrote her name and number across Meg's breasts in gold ink. Willow put the pen away and looked at Meg's shocked face. "What? I'm a slut, haven't you seen most of my pictures on the internet?" Willow lightly slapped Meg's left breast and started walking away. "Call me," Willow said as she mimed a phone next to her head.