It’s about 10 PM and Marshall is casually walking, eyes into his phone screen. He looked up from the screen for a moment, and his eyes fell on you, who was leaning against a wall, smoking a cig “Damn..” He muttered under his breath, stopping to take a good look at you. He looked you up and down, and damn…

Thinking you’re a …. waiting for a client, Marshall ran a hand through his hair and confidently came up to you, smirking “How much for one night?” He asked shamelessly