Neda didn’t notice him until he spoke, her name calling her mind back to the present. She turned her head to look at him, seeing his face glow in the sunlight before he turned and walked away. She noticed then he had taken off his jacket, something that seemed to calm her a bit. The fact he was no longer in full uniform made him seem more approachable, normal and someone perhaps like her. Her body turned to watch him retreat to the couch. “I would like that.” She admitted to wanting to see the city.<br/><br/>The girl remained standing by the window, her head tilting slightly to the side as he spoke of riches, treats and anything her heart could desire. It felt too good to be true. Like an apple from the forbidden garden. There had to be a catch. Her lips pursed as he continued to lay it on thick, her neck straightening though she didn’t fidget. Neda may be naïve and as some would say, unintelligent, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew nothing came without a price. Her life had always been about give and take and what she could offer someone else for something in return. Nothing was free.<br/><br/>‘However’ stood on the tip of his tongue like the ball about to drop at the stroke of midnight. Her eyes searched his as he paused, obviously thinking the best way to phrase his intentions. Her weight shifted between her feet. Her tongue snaked out and licked at her lips as he dropped the bomb, the catch and her purpose. So she had been that lucky, to get the  commander with an aching cock that couldn’t find a woman that would willingly go to bed with him. Her fingers rose and scratch at the side of her head. Neda decided to play dumb, to see how far he would push to get his point across. She wanted him to say it, to be as uncomfortable as she felt and know what exactly he was asking. It might not seem as bad, phrasing it as entertainment when what he really meant was prostitution.<br/><br/>Neda went over to the couch and sat down, one leg folding under her ass with her dress going pulling above her knee, though she tucked the material down to prevent any slips of the panties. “Well I guess I’m the best for that. I can sing..” Though not very well, but she left that part out. “And people generally like me.” Her shoulders shrugged. Her skills ended there. “I’m sure we can find something to talk about it.” Their lives were completely different, she didn’t see how they would have anything in common but from the stories she had heard and the underlining meaning of entertainment, she guessed he wasn’t too keen on talking. “I like things.” She said, showing she was interested in the proposal, though one she pretended was innocent. He never mentioned anything specific to her but who didn’t want things they couldn’t have before? Neda smiled at him, an innocent, naïve smile.