<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Lacy almost felt bad, and a tad worried for Gabrielle's well being. From what was perceived, the girl seemed a little freaked out about the drugs. If Lacy was right, it also looked like it might have been the first time "Juicy" snuffed. Making a run for it was probably the smartest thing that girl could have done. Lord knows, <em>"Cherry"</em> should have done the same. <br/><br/>Moments ticked by, but Lacy still had time to take in what was happening. As <em>if</em> her usual cons would work, there came another snag in her already flawed plan. <strong>"Do you take me for a fool?"</strong> <em>'FUCK.'</em> <br/>Although she knew deep down by looking at Fransisco, that he was <em>not</em> the submissive type, a girl still had to hope. His hands traveled everywhere and back. What could she do-ask him to stop? She was working at a brothel for fuck's sake! <em>'Stupid bitch.'</em> She told herself. Ironically preparing herself for more than she planned to put forth tonight. Seeing as how his groin was in her face. <em>'He's not disgusting...or old-<em>I think</em>...he probably has a huge...and you can't rape the willing. So...'</em> All kinds of crazy things were going off in her head. She at least managed to mask the uneasiness she felt, with her signature naughty/angelic expression. Her mind starting to reel from the drug. Which she became aware of once again.<br/><br/>Her eye lids became heavy as Fransisco's hand clutched her neck. Lacy suddenly felt like appeasing him. Not because he could snap her neck in one swift movement. Nor was it because of the money she could rob him of just by having sex with him. She wasn't sure what possessed her to it-it could have been the drug. But there it was again-the bizarre protectiveness. "Alright." Only a whisper escaping at first. Lacy's hand reached for the mirror. Gracefully closing it, she slid her hand against Fransisco's chest. Guiding the mirror into his hidden jacket pocket. "Then we should put this away for the night." <br/><br/>Once she did that, Lacy walked back to the door to release the V.I.P. card. This time she locked the door. Setting off the second camera. "The owners like to watch. As long as <em>you</em> don't mind." It sounded like a good enough reason. Honestly, it just made Lacy feel better.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div><br/>