This was happening. Anita was considering the same brothel she was at, to sleep with men. She preferred preserving her image as a Virgin Mary, rather than cast in the live gospels of Mary Magdalen’s past life.

Let she who has not sinned cast the first stone, she supposed. It was bad enough to watch men paw over Antoinette who looked a bit like Ruth.

She cringed at how Ruth finished her sentence, but managed to turn it into an ironic looking smile.

“It’s not so bad, and it’s not forever.”

If she played her cards right. God, though. It was so easy to spend once it was in hand.

“I’ll … see you around,” she said, smile faltering.

Fuck. She’d see her around alright.

“Careful with Crane,” she said as she turned to head off. “He beats women these days!”