"I'm a sex-slave!" she exclaimed, clamping one hand over her mouth and looking around. "Sorry, I just...not many people seem to get that right off the bat," she added in a whisper. "It's very rare to find someone who gets it right off the bat, much less someone who isn't calling me a prostitute."


She moaned softly as his fingertips grazed her skin near her collar, smiling at his touch. "But yes. That's why they call me that. William knew that before we had sex in that alleyway, actually. Or any other time we did it. The Director found out the next day and has no qualms with him as long as I leave him out of my mind during work. I'm also a reporter for both magazines she runs. I'm not all about sex and taking off my clothes, you see." Was she better after Wesker had said that? Maybe. Just a tad. Okay, yes.