While there was something somewhat refreshing about doing something different for the evening, Deshra wasn’t entirely sure that she cared for it. Talking enough to keep someone interested took a lot of energy. Especially when she had to keep up such a front as she had. Still it was easy money. And it was a boost to her ego that she could pull off something like this with her young target none the wiser.

Watching the sunset was something picturesque enough that she supposed that he would find romantic enough. Romance wasn’t normally her specialty, but she always liked to stretch herself to try new and different things. Still, she knew she should probably try to head back before too long. After dark was when the most profitable clients attended the brothel, and she knew that she would only get so much from this man. As naive as he was, he still seemed to have a limited amount of funds.

Luckily, the man seemed to have his own life to return to. So he turned to leave. She was sure he’d be back. What she didn’t expect was his request to write. “I...guess,” she responded, surprised at the request. It’s nothing she had ever been asked before. Not that no one had ever tried to write to her before. Luckily, that had been a skill she had taken the time to acquire. Knowing what was written on the things around her was always something that could be helpful.

“I don’t know why you’d want to write someone like me,” she responded, lowering her gaze. The shy girl she was trying to be had certainly never had letters from anyone before. Then she looked back up at him, with a shy smile. “But I’d like it if you did.” She had him in the bag. She knew he'd be back.