Sonia's expression darkened, and she said softly, "Nobody will touch me, for one." She gestured her head toward the figure several paces away, her guard. "Secondly, I'm not doing this for the stupid gowns, I am doing this to find out who killed my guardian!" And then her cheeks went red and she turned away. "But you... go ahead and stand on your pedestal just because of your stupid jealousy over trivial things that don't even matter. See if that makes you happy. You sound like a bitter old harpy yelling at me because I happen to spread my damn legs in the fancier part of town. Maybe if you put your mouth to better use than screeching, you would make more money!" And she didn't even feel guilty for being a bitch right back.