The conversation with Briceson consumed my head as I exited the Dragon’s Lair, having eaten nothing more than a piece of avocado toast and a latte that I’d charged to Bramwell’s card.
See, this is why I can't sympathize with this girl. She accepted the card to get food and coffee for *herself*, but won't use the money she rightfully earned with sex work, and then what she got from Bramwell – who was born with it and was never going to use it anyway – to make sure her sister can go back to getting daily snacks and drinks?
