She is, by nature, a sensual person. But she can be quite brutal when the inclination hits her, or when the situation calls for it (like that time in Detroit). "Perhaps," she suggests, "it is because I am sensual that I can be so brutal." I shrug. Yeah, that makes sense. "But the money..." She squints, obviously irritated by what she expects me to say next. "Well, it doesn't hurt, does it?" Now she tilts her head to one side in a decidedly odd fashion. "Have you ever paid a rough girl to be gentle?" she demands. I can't say that I would want to. She continues to look at me with suspicion -- or maybe apathy (and it's not that I can't tell). We're clearly not in Detroit anymore, and I suddenly realize that she is neither sensual nor terribly intelligent. "Time to pack." Again.