She exhales a gale of smoke like a dragon.

“He’s a bloody shark. Are you hoping for a feeding frenzy?”

She chuckles to herself and the cloth wipes across her face and cheeks, caked on makeup smearing and being snatched away.  The cigarette is back in her mouth and the tip glows cherry red as she inhales hard.

“At the very least think of what would happen if Cleo found out you’re out of the district. You’d be for Muiol for sure.”

There is a snort from the girl on the floor.
The man stands and removes the padding from his bra and unfastens it. He runs a hand down his chest thoughtfully, grunting in disapproval

“I need a wax”

A murmur of agreement comes from the floor

Woops!  This page was 90% done for two and half weeks, my intention was to finish it in England but I managed to forget my tablet pen home. I’m very sorry. <facedesk> Anyway, I’m back home now and my regularily irregular updates shall proceed as usual.