He inched closer; Tara tried her best to shrink under the approaching man. "I-I..." she began to stutter, wincing from the remainder of alcohol on his breath. "Fourteen for the night, with five every hour after that. If you want to be my only customer for the night, I'm going to need more..."he spoke quickly, fiddling with her obi. Tara was frozen; she had only heard rumors about the shift of the entertainment district."The rates of the okiyo have risen." "I don't have any money." she whispered softly under him, trying to push his hands away. Matsuo froze, then smiled and gently touched her chin. "You're so adorable."In her ear, his low voice trying to stay in a low tone. "I'll do it for an free.. but you can't tell anyone."he said, smirking in the dark. Tara's face burned with embarrassment as he spoke. Matsuo stood up to untie his own, and Tara dauntily eyed the door. Considering this was her time to escape, with no light, she crawled briskly across the floor, her fingers guiding her swift movements. Just as she grabbed her notebook, she felt a tight grip on her ankle. "What are you doing?" he asked.Struggling, Tara cried,"Let go! Please!"Matsuo slowly began to drag her back."I said there was no charge; an affair, Tara. Don't be scared."the fabric of his sleeve entangled her leg just like his fingers. "Please.." she said. "I need my fare." Hesitating, he said,"We can make a trade; for the portrait?"A chord struck in her, her art, a currency for sex. An anger grew in her, a mixture of shame and embarrassment. Kicking frantically, she pushed away from him. Standing up, she yelled behind her as she ran away as fast as possible, "I'll return for my pay."
~again, really short, but it's almost break! ^_^ wish me luck!