“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” Paul said embarrassed, “But I think that’s why I stopped here in the first place. I needed to lay out my soul to someone. Its sounded like a good idea at the time, I guess.”

“You needed to confess your soul to a prostitute?” Velvet said bewildered.

“Like I said, it sounded like a good plan at the time,” Paul defended.

“Fair enough,” Velvet sighed, closing her eyes, “I’m listening.”

“Really?” Paul asked.

“Does it look like I’m going anywhere?” She said, opening her eyes and raising her eyebrows at him.

They sat up for most of the night sharing stories, and relating to each other’s experiences. Paul didn’t even notice that the time was already 3 am.

“Look, I feel kind of like a creep here,” he finally said, “You know, you’re locked up here and I’m just telling you my pathetic life story.”

“And your point is?” She asked.

“I’m getting you out of here,” he said matter-of-factly.

“And how do you propose to do that?” Velvet asked.