"I can't ask you to do this Marcus," Lealia said, her voice quiet as she carefully chose each word. The idea of freedom was so foreign to the girl that it almost scared her. Biting her lip, she tilted her head back so that she could see Marcus's jaw line. It was strong, but the curve of his mouth softened his features. Reaching up she kissed him slowly before snuggling back down and closing her eyes, a yawn escaping her.
"Ask me again tomorrow, after this night has worn off and you remember I'm only a prostitute."