Isobel bit her lip. She was all for titillation and talking naughty. She supposed a confession, in the traditional sense, would've been easier too. But somehow, looking this man, that she quite frankly lusted after pretty avidly, in the eye and telling him all the horrible things she did on a daily basis made her feel extremely vulnerable.
"There's all the sex," she started, her bottom lip sliding through her teeth as she thought about how to go on. "With my employees. With people I pick up at clubs. I - need it."