Jaroslav leaned forward to let his cigarette be lit; he was still civil, he wouldn't light up unless she was comfortable with it. He didn't know where she was getting at with the 'anything like them' bit, yeah, they were different people, but they were still<em>prostitutes</em>, nothing special. Though he knew all to well of what she meant about difficult life—no, his life was great—and no, he didn't meet any tragic endings with a prostitute, no, nothing like that, it was just a job he was lured into, he slept with a few hookers, 'turned their life around' and they recommended him to a patron saint of his town's prostitutes and they hired him, later he caught the eye of the institute he now works for; it was pretty funny that he would have such a job, he was the one keeping their business good!<br/><br/>When she sent the file forward his eyes went quickly to the picture, he wasn't vain—no, no wait, he was vain—but that's not why that was the first thing he looked at, it was because images showed more of a person than a description; especially a description he hadn't made personally. She was a pretty thing, felt the irony in her red hair, and couldn't help but let a smirk form as he went to look at her preferences, he liked her already; sure he could deal with any other, but this one sounded pretty good. He wanted to know more about her, he wanted to ask her so many questions—she looked exotic—he wondered what her voice sounded like, but most of all, he wonder what she was doing right now—hopefully ready to bring a lot of stories to the table. He also hoped she came with nice clothing—<em>ah</em>~ he'd love that, he'd love to dress her up.<br/><br/>“She would indeed.” He said, bending back into his straight position. “When do we start?” He asked, they seemed pretty sophisticated, maybe there was more to this process.