you say money isnt everything
"Yeah?" He keeps combing his hand through her hair, feeling her relax against him. She sleeps and he wishes he could but it's fine. He'll sleep when he gets home, probably. He's not sure how long they've been laying there, it's clear she's not working because no one else has come to get her. Or even check on them. Is that something they do here? He's not sure. But he is pretty sure people know better than to mess with the girls here. Between their regulars and the Madam. And most Torchers just.. don't really fuck with other Torchers. Always easier to scam someone from somewhere else.Locke is perfectly content to lay here for the rest of however long he's paid for but she did have a secondary request. He shifts a little, sneaking his free hand under her robe to finally find skin. There's only thin cloth separating them and he didn't realize how little until now. Her skin is soft under his rough hands and he almost feels bad. But he pushes himself up on his other hand, hovering over her.
"Lay on your back and just relax. Let me take care of you, okay?"
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
