Exhaustion was laced within the escort’s body. The man had been sick since before Christmas; he was somewhat better but at the same time his cough was not getting any better or worse. “Fuck me.” he grumbled to himself as he nursed a cup of coffee. Bishop was currently curled up in one of the chairs, his tank-top revealed a tattoo on the nape of his neck. A swirling celtic tattoo was on his neck, it was a symbol that he wanted to cover up and destroy. “Can I just get healthy again?” He asked himself as he twitched his nose, the silver bracelet of an escort was rather loose around his wrist as well. He did loose a few pounds but he didn’t say anything about it.
Emerson was looking for something fun to do and she came across a somewhat sickly looking being. Hot though. Very hot. She hummed, looking the other over. “You know, you just might be attractive enough to bring back to my room and nurse back to health.”