Ashleigh looked on with a look of cautioned interest when she saw those two bills pulled out of the wallet that had been so close to hers. There was more money in there, she thought, than what she had made over the entire last week. Maybe longer. There was no use thinking about that now. Wasn't like she could just snatch it right out from under the other woman and take off running. Then she would get stabbed. Or fucked. Maybe both. No, she'd just have to endure the bitch a little longer. Licking her lips, Ashleigh stared at the two folded bills.<br/><br/>"What do I have to do?" She asked, careful never to accept a gift without finding out how many strings it had first. Nobody gave a shit about people like her. Nobody gave anything without wanting something in return, usually something of greater value than they offered in the first place. Ashleigh was young, but she knew how the world worked. So she thought, anyways. Sure, just listen to some more bullshit. Then do her a favour. After the favour, there's just one more thing. Then she had her hooks in and Ashleigh would never be free. But those bills. Her eyes never left them for a second.<br/><br/>There wasn't really anything holding her back now. The woman had stepped back, apparently a display of trust. Well, Ashleigh didn't trust her. Yet she wasn't running. She could, if she wanted to. Take the rest of the hundred dollars that she'd pocketed earlier and go on her way. No matter what the bitch said, $100 was a respectable amount to make in a single day. But more was always better, wasn't it? Ashleigh licked her lips, the raining pouring down her face as she tore her eyes from the two bills and looked up into the questioning eyes of her captor, who awaited her response.<br/><br/>"Buy me something to eat, and I'll come with you." She finally agreed. It was a risk, maybe a big one. For all she knew, this was some psychotic serial killer who got her kicks from chopping homeless kids up into bits. Maybe a gruesome rapist who wanted to do things to Ashleigh that you simply couldn't do out in the streets where people might see. Maybe a human trafficker. So many terrible possibilities. Could be a cop. Ashleigh didn't like cops. But if you didn't take any risks, you never got the reward. And when the reward was dangled right there in front of your nose, it was hard to resist. "And get me a place to stay tonight." She added.