Frankie looked over at the girl and frowned slightly before gently lifting her chin up so she was looking at him again. “I will never judge you, I promise.” He muttered and gave her a small smile. “I cross my heart.” He rubbed her back and kept her close, hating to see her this sad. “But really, why are you so sad?”
"My work, it is not.. nice. I am, what you say, exotic yes? I am a dancer, it is bad work, but it is work." She shrugged. "Sometimes clients, they go to far. It leaves me feeling.. dirty." The girl finally admitted, though she hated this, she didn’t want him to judge her. "Please, do not hate me."