Lucy would never see a brass farthing of the money that had bought her time, attention, and body for Thorfinn's pleasure. She was given a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and clothes to wear, though the nice things were allotted specifically for entertaining customers. If she ever left, or misbehaved, all those things could be denied her. Or worse.

She doesn't deny him the kiss he seeks. In fact, a soft hum of satisfaction comes from her at the contact. She's soft and yielding this time, allowing him the role of dominant to her subservient. But that doesn't mean she's any less eager. The hand on his cheek slips to the back of his neck, fingers curling against the nape. She could be content to do this for hours, and she resolves to let him request more, when he's ready.