A thousand dollars.

"In your dreams!" Paul laughed. "That's not worth a thousand dollars. I could hire two or three hookers to fuck me for that price!"

Elizabeth frowned.

"A thousand dollars...who do you think you are? Are we on the set of Pretty Woman? You think I'm going to whip out a grand just for you to change in front of me? You're dumber than I thought."

"I don't think it's that unreasonable."

"Oh really? Then you must have one hell of a body."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Elizabeth grabbed the box and stormed out of the office. She ran across the store, frustrated that she would even consider showing her body to that perverted freak. Making her way down the dressing room hallway, Elizabeth decided that she was going to need some time to chill out and just let everything blow over. A few months and she would be out of here. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In a few hours she would be with her boyfriend, Sam, and everything would be alright. Maybe she could convince him to come up here and beat the shit out of Paul. A smile came to her face at the thought of that idea.