“I’ll show you how deep this rabbit hole goes,” she says in a breathy whisper. She spreads her knees, puts the little blue pill on her tongue and beckons me to kiss her.
But I’m more frustrated with how she got such an integral detail wrong.
“It’s the red pill,” I say.
“The red pill’s what frees Neo from the Matrix.”
She gives me this blank stare. Realizing my moment is passing, I unbuckle my belt. “Should I—”
“No.” She swallows the pill (Is that wise?) and ties her robe. “I still charge whether you’re hard or not.”