"I got what you need, sir."
Satin sequence disease sparkled in her eyes.
"Is that right?" His gaze peered down over his cigar totin smirk.
"That's right sweetie." Ruby and diamond dotted fingers combed back through her slinky hair. "I take care of men."
His cigar lowered as his head bent down. He leaned in close, gently stroked her hair off of her shoulder and whispered soft, but hard enough to make the dangling diamonds hear and feel every breath...
"I don't need taken care of."
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.