"You don't want it? Not even quick? I can pay you back longer when there's time, Sir, but I don't want to go back to prison either. But a quick one - I can have you done quick, I swear." Her eyes go from his lips on her filthy hand to the dress she's clutching and back.

"It is up to you, Sir, but you shan't complain I just took the dress, Sir, after. I tried to pay for it and you said no. That is up to you, Sir, not me.