<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br/><br/>For a moment Dean felt relieved, even pleased, as Pearl spoke to him. He smiled as she wandered to the shower, turning seductively as she motioned him to follow, stepping in to start the water. He sighed and turned to the side of the bed, stepping off, and the smile faded. Could he really trust this woman at what she said? She was, after all, a brothel girl. It was her job to make her clients happy. How many men did she say rocked her world in any given night? Wouldn't it get old after a while?<br/><br/>He sighed, standing. Maybe he ought to just walk out of there? No, he said he'd shower with her, and he'd do just that.<br/><br/>He walked to the bathroom, feeling cold once more, though the steam from the shower had already begun to warm and heat the bathroom up. He smiled and walked in, slowly stepping in beside Pearl. He was tempted to just grab her breasts once more, or perhaps her ass this time, but he was so coated in oil he couldn't even think of it. He instead began to rinse himself off, his eyes unable to leave the shape of her body.