"'Escorts,'" she chuckled, tossing her head back a little. "I like that word, actually. A lot."


She grabbed the soap from the shelf, rubbing it up against her bloodied chest to the cuts that were there. She mused a moment, thinking it over. "No, not really. I don't think so. We usually play Professor and student, once Officer and criminal...sometimes we play Master and slave, but that's up to whichever name I decide to use."


She looked over her shoulder at him. "I think we can officially call each other friends with benefits, if you want."