Ashleigh watched the woman, waited for her reaction. Maybe she was being demanding, pushing her luck. Someone who was so willing to part with that kind of money, though, wasn't going to have trouble paying for a meal and a motel room for the night. Besides, Ashleigh had learned than when a good thing came around, you milked every last drop.<br/><br/>Pleased with herself when the other woman agreed, Ashleigh smiled triumphantly. It only lasted a second, though, to be replaced by a quizzical frown. Maybe she should have asked for more. If she didn't have to argue to get her way, then she wasn't actually getting her way. That was way too easy. Now Ashleigh knew there was more to this than coming along to listen to some more bullshit.<br/><br/>Could be a pimp, she mused. But no. No, she didn't have the look. Maybe one of those Madame's running a brothel? Doubtful. Ashleigh had never seen one before, but somehow she didn't think they dressed like<em>that</em>. What in God's name was this about? "Those things will kill you, you know." She said, then followed her companion out of the alley. No point running now. She wanted that money, that meal, and a warm bed to sleep in that she didn't have to pay for. Worry about the consequences later.<br/><br/>- -<br/><br/>They hadn't been walking long when they arrived at the doors of a quaint little cafe. Sure enough, it was their destination. The walk from the alley had passed in relative silence, not a word passing between the two of them. It gave Ashleigh a chance to reflect, but the only thing clear to her had been clear from the start. She didn't trust this woman.<br/><br/>Ashleigh was slow to trust anyone. Very few people had ever earned her trust, and the ones who had usually ended up betraying her anyways. Her mother was one or those people. God damn bitch, Ashleigh thought. No, the only person that she did trust was herself. Whatever the stranger wanted, she didn't have Ashleigh's best interest at heart. That much was clear. Nobody gave a damn about girls like her. Except when they wanted a fine piece of ass. Well, if that's what she wanted...<br/><br/>Ashleigh looked at her through the dimly lit cafe. She was attractive. Under better circumstances, she might have been Ashleigh's type. Tall, strong, athletic, and an attitude to match. But this wasn't better circumstances. She couldn't trust her, and that was that.<br/><br/>Ashleigh found a seat off in a secluded corner, a booth because they offered more privacy, and she was the kind of girl who didn't like being noticed. Her clothes were soaked, like her hair. At least her red leather jacket was mostly water proof, and when she took it off her black tank top was only damp, unlike her pants which clung to her curves even tighter than before. Her black and white high top converse shoes were worn, and equally drenched, but they'd seen worse, just like the rest of her. She took off her beanie, blonde hair damp and frazzled, and set it down on the bench beside her.<br/><br/>"So?" She asked, waiting for the other to take a seat across from her. "What do you want? I'm not stupid. I know you're going to try to pitch something to me. So how about you tell me what you want so I can say no, get my money and free meal, and we never have to see each other again." She paused, let her words sink in, then added. "I can tell you right now, I'm not sucking anyone's dick for you. I'm not a whore."