"From what I understand, he can do anything he wants with me just about and telling me about it isn't really in the contract," or at least that was how she understood things. Violet didn't belong to anyone. No one had purchased her nor was she really looking forward to what might happen when someone did. She was a beautiful woman. The consensus from the rumor mill was that good looking rarely worked in one's favor. She treated the whole thing with an understated humor that spoke of every intention of soldiering on through to the next phase in life whatever that may be.
As it naturally did, she wondered what it would be like. Essentially being forced into doing something by someone else. Sure, she'd been pushed around by circumstances before. Her entire life with Tracy had been one long drag through a minefield called circumstances and consequences. The fact they survived as long as they had, well, that was a testament to perserverance.
"Well then, I guess I know who to bet on then." Even when she'd been free, Violet had been a betting woman. There was something fun about it. Besides if you didn't like to bet, playing poker and pool for the rent money was a waste of time. You had to risk money in order to make it. Especially early on when you weren't as good as you really thought you were.
Just about done. "I still cannot believe a man ordered this frilly shit." As if it weren't bad enough that it was a real mixed drink, the shit was PINK. She held it up for him to see. "I swear, some people." It sounded like such a normal conversation. "If I don't get a chance to see your fight, you'll let me know how it went?"