“You don’t really think that we intend you to be a whore, Fanny?” She heard the incredulousness in my voice, and blinked. Once. Then looked down again. “I’m…not good for anything else,” she said, in a small voice. “But I’m worth a lot of money—for…that.” She waved a hand over her lap, in a quick, almost resentful gesture.
STOPPPPP IM GONNA CRY 😢
