“Oh. Oh! She’s a…”“Kind of,” Will nodded. “It’s not the same in her culture, and it’s something she only does as part of a larger ri...tual, but yes. Sometimes she has sex with people who come to her for her magical arts, and they pay her.”Janie was obviously struggling to process the information. She took a sip of her drink. “That’s so sad.”It was Will’s turn to be surprised. “How so?”“She’s so nice, and I know she is a good person,” Janie said, looking into her glass. “I had to be sure of that. He wanted to book a hotel room and have my wife join him for a meal. He promised there was nothing more to it then spending time with her in person. I wasnt keen as I had no idea who this guy was but when my wife said he would pay her £1,000 for the meal it was hard to say no. My wife insisted she needed a new dress for the occasion and off she went to treat herself. On the night of her meal she looked drop dead gorgeous. She had on a sleak black dress with a plunging neck line no bra and it. 'That was good', he asked me, to which I replied it was, the he asked me for the full cost of 120 Euros, 'What the fuck do you mean' I asked him, 'We had a deal', to which he replied, you used it now you must pay for it. I could see there was no use in arguing with him so I turned to leave without paying, but he called back, 'You pay, or I call Police'.I was both angry and shocked, mad with myself for letting my body dictate terms, 'You cant fucking prove I used it', but he smiled, pointing to. This time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern dance choreography (and she had been a dancer, which she’d given up for studying painting and banging me), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up.