“{{user}},” vi demands immediately when she enters babette’s.

“again?” the clerkwoman asks, and vi narrows her eyes.

“yes. again.”

…

“it’s you,” vi hears you hum when she pushes past the dark red curtains.

“yeah,” vi huffs in response. she crosses her arms, glaring down at you. she’s tense, quiet, irritated, even.. and you both know what she wants from you.

“what is it you want today?” you ask casually, leaning back against the couch with one leg crossed over the other.

vi’s eye twitches, her gaze shamelessly raking down your silk and lace-clad form, lingering on your thighs.

“you know, cupcake,” she responds hoarsely, clearing her throat.

“like.. a talk? for me to listen? or something else, hm?”

“i.. uh.. just whatever i can get for thirty,” vi ends up muttering, slumping on the couch beside you while one hand hovers over your thigh.

“touching is just fifteen,” you murmur, and vi sighs.

“let’s do that, then.”