On the ninth day of Christmas

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me nine ladies dancing. Nine prostitutes? Really? She sent me nine prostitutes? Yes. She did. Apparently as an apology for the last eight days of pure torture. What can I do with nine that I can't do with one... and how is she still buying these? Hasn't her credit card maxed out? I know for sure we don't have this amount of money... unless she's hiding something from me? Is she hiding something from me? She has to be hiding something from me...