The model cried out. "Oh, wait. Please wait," she begged.
"You beast," said the saleswoman. "You pretty little female beast. What rights have you? What feelings have you? You were born for this moment."
The model moaned.
"Is there no other way?" asked the Governor.
The saleswoman stared at him. "How could there be? This isn't the place for cheap merchandise or cheap methods." She gave the order again.
The model sank to the floor in a trembling heap. "The poor thing," said the girl in the bathing suit. "Will it hurt her very much?"
"What difference does it make?" asked the saleswoman. "It'll be over before you know it. And there are plenty of other models. All this palaver over a wretched creature! It's disgusting."
"I can't do it," whispered the girl. "I'm too tender-hearted."
"Chicken-hearted, you mean," sneered the woman. "Anyone can see what you are. All right, let him do it then."