"Alright," Lavender smirked then reached around underneath the back of her sweater and unhooked her bra. She then turned her back to him and with some fancy hand work, pulled her bra out of one of her sleeves. It was one of her more fancier and expensive ones that she had used on her many nights out escorting.
"Okay, I got my object," she laughed, turning back around. She picked up the quill and wrote Macnair's name on the fabric. It was his money that paid for it and it definitely represented what she wanted to get rid of in her life.