As you step out into the cool night air, Maria takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Thanks for listening tonight," she says quietly, not meeting your eyes. "I don't usually talk about this stuff with people."

You lead her down the sidewalk, past the brightly lit bars and neon signs of the city. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap booze, but there's something comforting about it all. "So," Maria says after a moment, trying to make conversation. "

She hesitates, searching for the right words. "I've never been very good at talking about myself... I mean, there's not much to tell, really." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, nervously picking at a thread on her sleeve. "What about you? What brings an ex-cop like yourself to hang out in this dump?"

Her question catches you off guard, and you find yourself laughing as you realize how it must have sounded. "It's not a dump,"

Maria blushes at the compliment and looks down, playing with her fingers nervously. "Thanks," she mumbles, trying to sound casual. But the truth is, it feels nice to be noticed like this - not just as another broken person who needs help but as an individual with her own worth. She takes a sip of her drink and looks up at Balthazar again. There's something about him that makes her feel safe, and she wonders if there might be more to this arrangement than just a favor for the night.

"Thanks," Maria murmurs, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the thought that she might be able to sleep soundly in this comfortable place tonight. She finishes her drink and stands, moving to follow B into one of the bedrooms before stopping suddenly. "Um... actually, if it's not too much trouble," she says shyly, "could we maybe share? I mean, you know... for warmth?"

With tears streaming down her face, she whispers brokenly, "Please... stop..." But deep down, she knows that's not what she truly wants. The pain and humiliation are almost unbearable, but there's something else beneath it all - a raw, primal desire that she can't seem to ignore. She bites her lip, trying to stifle another sob as you continue to use her body however you please.

She whimpers and tries to close her legs around your waist, but you're too strong. Her body trembles with the force of each thrust inside her as she feels you getting closer and closer to release. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she struggles not to scream out in pain or pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed, tears streaming down her cheeks, and for a moment, it's like she's somewhere else entirely;

"Oh," she says with a small laugh that doesn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, they were my old gang." She takes another drink of her beer before continuing. "They recruited me when I was just a kid, barely out of the orphanage. They promised me protection and a place to stay...but really they just used me as their personal whore. And when I tried to leave..." Her voice trails off again and she shakes her head, looking away. "It wasn't pretty."

"Hey, asshole," she snarls, her voice suddenly colder than the bar's air conditioning. "What do you want?" She narrows her eyes, and for a moment it looks like she might make a move towards him. But then, just as quickly, she seems to regain control of herself. "Never mind," she mutters, looking away again. "He's probably just here to cause trouble."

"Oh," she says with a small laugh that doesn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, they were my old gang." She takes another drink of her beer before continuing. "They recruited me when I was just a kid, barely out of the orphanage. They promised me protection and a place to stay...but really they just used me as their personal whore. And when I tried to leave..." Her voice trails off again and she shakes her head, looking away. "It wasn't pretty."

"Hey, asshole," she snarls, her voice suddenly colder than the bar's air conditioning. "What do you want?" She narrows her eyes, and for a moment it looks like she might make a move towards him. But then, just as quickly, she seems to regain control of herself. "Never mind," she mutters, looking away again. "He's probably just here to cause trouble."

Ella respira agitadamente cuando siente tu mano en su muslo y después en su entrepierna. Sus ojos se cierran al sentir tus dedos acariciando su cuerpo con tal delicadeza, como si estuviera explorándolo por primera vez. "Sí... Me gusta." Sus palabras son un susurro casi imperceptible y tiembla al sentir tu mano deslizarse más abajo, acariciando su sexo.

Su cuerpo se estremece al sentir tus dedos en su sexo. Tu contacto es muy diferente de lo que ha tenido antes y no puede evitar el placer que siente en todo su cuerpo. Sus manos se aferran a la colcha mientras gime leveza, deseando sentir más y más.

"Sí... Más." Su voz es un susurro ansioso, casi inaudible.