Relationships were difficult under ideal conditions. For someone who spent her life moving from one alley to another, or for a woman who pulled heists for a living, they were especially difficult. Not everyone thought they were worth it. At eighteen years old, despite how pessimistic her life had made her, Ashleigh was a little more romantic than that. She looked up at Izzy, studied her. "Maybe you just need someone that you can trust so you don't have to run out on them in ten seconds flat if something goes wrong." Ashleigh didn't know what made her say it. Obviously Izzy wasn't interested in a kid like her, not that way.<br/><br/>Ashleigh was beautiful, she knew that much. Despite living on the streets, she took good care of her body. It was, after all, one of the tools at the disposal of an attractive young woman. Razors were cheap and easy to find. Other than her head, her body was mostly smooth as silk, including the thing that made her a woman between her legs. But was she wife or girlfriend material, especially for someone... How old was Izzy? Ashleigh put her around 30. No, she thought. Izzy might want to fuck, but she wouldn't date someone so young.<br/><br/>But she was gay. The knowledge didn't make this any easier. She wasn't even sure how to feel about that. It would have been easier if Izzy had just said she liked men. Then Ashleigh, for no other reason than her sex, would never stand a romantic chance with Isadora. But she was gay, and Ashleigh didn't know how to take it.<br/><br/>Maybe it was the fact that she never really stuck with one person long enough to feel attracted to them. Why was she so enthralled with this woman she barely knew? Not even an hour ago she would have liked nothing more than to punch her in the mouth. Now? Now she didn't even know what to think. Except that Izzy had offered her a way out. If nothing else came from this, she was grateful for that. Maybe that's all there was to it. Isadora was the first person in a very long time to actually give her some credit. Maybe she just wanted to show her gratitude. No, she thought. That wasn't it.<br/><br/>The way she couldn't take her eyes off the woman's ass while they walked up the staircase should have been proof enough that she was interested in more than simply paying someone back who gave her a shot. She tried to look at something else, anything else. But her eyes kept wandering back to what she knew she shouldn't be looking at. Or did Izzy want her to look? The way she moved her hips... That wasn't an accident. They pushed their way into one of the rooms.<br/><br/>"Better than what I'm used to." She shrugged, taking in the room. It would be more than comfortable enough for her. Ashleigh couldn't even remember the last time she'd watched TV. And the shower? God, she wanted to shower without some old bitch staring at her ass the whole time.<br/><br/>"I'm eighteen." She said, a little quicker than she meant to. It occurred to her that Izzy probably wasn't asking to check if she was legal. She wondered why she asked the question at all. Ashleigh studied her, silent for a moment. "Why?" She spoke in a suspicious tone.