Marcie laughed in surprise. "Oh no, I'd be a terrible escort," she said, shaking her head quickly. "Office work, yes. Thank you. I'll do you proud." She smiled, raising her chin with pride. This was going to be a step up from working for John and his rages. She could earn a decent wage and work for a woman and not be expected to sleep with anyone.
It also meant she could be a little less picky at only choosing men with money, and maybe see what men who maybe work in bars, for example, are like instead.