Cherry blinked again, clearing her eyes from the haze of lust that had almsot blinded her, when she heard her own voice. Then she pouted at having been pranked. Sam nodded at the proposed shows while Cherry ben forward to nibble at Callie's chest.<br/><br/>"You can bunk with her if she agrees to it. Share the cost. Unless you want your own flat. The only clothes I have here are meant for the stage, or my own." Sam answered. "I can advance you some money, if you need clothes right away, so you can go shopping with Cherry." To prevent Callie from simply running off, maybe. Cherry nodded and made a noise that could be taken as agreement.<br/><br/>A small AR message popped up in her field of view, opening it detailed the prices for private dances. It was nice, but given her needs she would need some time to get enough money.