A rose red femme was leaving the room when Arcee came to collect him for a meeting. The satisfied smirk on his face told her everything she didn't need or want to know about what they had been doing.
Eying the retreating form of the femme disdainfully before turning to Knock Out "Prostitute?"
He smirked "Possibly"
Arcee bared her denta "Pray she didn't have anything"
