"It is what it is, Robbie." Max shrugged. He could think of a few stories with the lady of the evening going to someone's place, but he could think of just as many that were picked up on a corner or found in a house of ill repute. Prostitution really hadn't changed that much over time.
"But, it's an interesting theory." He glanced back at the kid, not catching the look of disgust at the nickname Max had used. Max's attention went back to where they were and the topic at hand.
"Most women here would trust another woman. Not all, but most, and if she's a high class type, high society, then even more so. That or someone from the sticks. It's not exactly a worry of Deliverance here, but I doubt they'd send a girl out to a country bumpkin. Money would have to be a sure thing. Regular and known money." He turned a corner. "It's not far."