Robynne POV
My mother would have called a few ladies, if you could name them that, trashy. They dressed in expensive clothes, but the style was always suggestive and revealing. Mother would be growling at these women if she were here, saying they bring down the standards of the ball.
'Ladies of the night.' 'Call girls.' Name them what you will, from what I had been told by one of the girls in the pack that likes to dress like this and has many men, by the smell of her. She loves the intimacy, loves the high she gets from it. Better than drugs or drink, and keeps you happy for longer, with no hangovers or downers. The difference was whether you got paid for it. The girl I had talked to received gifts for her services, but she wasn't opposed to getting paid.
"Why not?" she would say.
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