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When I first talked with Eulogy Jones I expected the same, "wolf with meat in his sights." While I did get that he surprised me by being very cordial. He asked me if I was there for business or pleasure. Of course I had schemes of my own so I had to play under the radar and made up the story that I needed somebody who could work around my house.

"Well it's a little late in the evening," he replied, "but I think we can find something you can use in the morning."
"I guess I'll be back later then," I said. When I turned to leave however he took my hand and got eye level with me. Now I knew what it was like to be a rabbit in the cross hairs. I could feel a primal hunger behind his eyes and it thus occurred to me what Cross had been saying but I was to naive to understand. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach as he drew closer.

"I couldn't help but notice that you seem very tired," he breathed, words like ice in the wind, "you could sleep here with Crimson and Clover. I'm sure you'll rest well."
"T-that won't be necessary," I said stammering, trying to regain my composure, "I sleep quite well at home."
"What makes you think you would get any sleep," Jones purred. That moment I snatched away my hand and shook my head.
"I'm here on business Mr. Jones," I said becoming very cold, "not to be another one of your concubines." Jones simply grinned and shrugged.
"That's to bad," he said, "life out in the wastes can be tough. Here all you would have to worry about is helping me relieve some...tension once in awhile."
He drew in closer to my face as a disgusting thought suddenly crossed my mind. Although it was revolting he had a point. Living in the DC Wasteland was not for the faint of heart and I knew that first hand. I couldn't remember the last time I had a decent meal or a warm bath. My back ached sometimes from having to sneak about all the time. The sleepless nights I would have to endure when I was out scavenging to avoid the countless raider gangs cruising for a new toy. For once, much to my surprise and disgust, I was contemplating it.
"I could make life very comfortable for you," Jones purred, "all you have to do...is do what I tell you."
"That would include being a sex slave," I seethed. Jones simply shrugged and sat back.
"That's just a small part of it," he moaned, "consider it."
My senses finally gave way to reason as I remember why I was here. I hated slavers with a passion and I was hellbent on running them out of business. I grew aloof and focused back to business.
"No thank you Mr. Jones," I seethed coldly, "I'm quite content with my life thank you. I'll come back later tomorrow and we can finish our deal."
Jones merely smiled and nodded. As I turned to leave I could tell he was watching me, the eyes following my...rear as I suddenly felt like throwing up. Not because of him but because for a very brief moment I actually contemplated his proposal.

A comfortable life...it was very hard to come by here. But that favor came with to high a price. Somethings once lost can never be taken back and I knew that; I was still a virgin and I intended to keep it that way. My thoughts were not on animal instincts like Jones; I was a woman of science and logic not the screaming of hormones.

Only the weak and lazy chose a comfortable life.