"I mean she's expensive. Exotic. Dangerous. People are willing to part with more to fuck her. You know. Pricey."
She stood, stretched. Bent over backwards in a way that suggested her spine had far more vertebrae than the normal allotment. "She said to tell you that you're welcome back anytime you like, and she most certainly welcomes you to use her room at night," the woman straightened, gestured. "Or during the day, whenever you like to sleep. As long as you need till you have your bearing about you, at the very least. I think she'll be insulted if you bugger off on her, you know?"
She gave herself a little shake, and the almost frumpy shirt dress shifted, became. Sleeker. Crisper. More of an evening gown, all at once.
A twist of her hair and she was walking down the wall. "Come on then. I have to play madame in the window now that the suns down,"