Matty looks at Eileen, dazed at her beauty. She feels something between them, love maybe, but she convinces herself that it's merely lust.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Matty asks the girl.
She nods, expecting this question. The two walk silently to his flat, which isn't too far away. Upon entry, they sit on his cozy couch.
"What do you do for a living?" Eileen curiously questions as she gazes upon beautiful objects in Matty's flat.
"I'm in a band. We're nothing special," he replies, blushing a bit as she catches him staring at her mouth.
"You don't have to pay me for tonight. This one's on the house, I don't mind," she notes, leaning in closer to Matty.
"Pay you for what?" he asks, baffled.
"I'm a hooker, don't you know?" Eileen says as her hand comes around to caress his face.
He still doesn't seem to understand as his are locked to her full lips.
She takes this as a chance to connect the two of them.
"They all taste the same, but boy, there's something different about your mouth," she whispers once they pull apart.
