Brea looked on dispassionately as the pimp used the young girl roughly to sate himself, treating her mouth as little more than a depository for his seed. It wasn't so much that she felt sorry for her; Brea had gone through that so many times with other men that she rarely paid it any mind. But it did remind her that she was leaving the devil she knew (Kald) for what she didn't.<br/><br/>She mulled over the terms of the deal in her head. Seemed fair enough. She would have to trust in her own ability to take care of herself from the point the deal ended. Without a word, she held out both hands, ten silver pieces in each. It appeared that she had simply made them appear out of nowhere without removing them from her purse, but this was simply a trick that a passing street performer had taught her after a good romp in bed. It enhanced her pocket-picking skills tremendously.