<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Success?<br/><hr/><br/>Silky could barely contain herself. Wyatt was turning redder than her hair! As soon as the doors closed behind them, she burst into laughter. "Oh my god, your face was priceless!" It only took a few moments for her to collect herself, but she remained in a much better mood regardless.<br/><br/>She was quiet on the way to the bus stop, but spoke up once they settled into the largely abandoned vehicle. "It's important to keep up your plausible deniability you know." She started. "That's why I wouldn't really describe myself using... ya know, the 'p-word'. I'm more like a... a professional girlfriend." Silky glanced around the bus for eavesdroppers, and lowered her voice.<br/><br/>"It's stupid really. People do this sort of thing all the time. Boy buys girl gifts, girl does boy a 'favor', they're in a 'relationship'. But as soon as cold cash starts changing hands, well fuuuuuck you hooker!" She pouted in disgust. "It's all bullshit."<br/><br/>When they arrived at their stop, Silky followed Wyatt inside and up the stairs. She wished she could say it was better than she'd expected, but that would've been a lie. She grimaced at the mention of stairs, but took to the first few flights with gusto. By the fourth flight, the burst of energy from the caffeine and food was nearly expended. By the sixth, she was tromping up the stairs in a veritable death march.<br/><br/>When Wyatt opened the door to his apartment, Silky immediately went in and fell onto his couch. "Uuuugh. Eight flights in the middle of the night? If I wasn't already up here I think I'd rather freeze to death." She followed his example and kicked off her shoes. They were in rough shape, but her socks, like most of the rest of her clothing, were mostly just dirty.<br/><br/>"What I would like." Silky wriggled out of her first sweater and tossed it aside. "Is to take a shower. You do have a shower right?"<br/><br/>