Don't leave yet

You turn to go towards the door, but then you stop yourself. There's something bugging you and it's going to gnaw at you if you don't get some resolution. So, instead of going for the door, you walk in the opposite direction, to the wooden desk, and you turn the chair around. As expected, nobody's in it. You turn around to see Grace has followed you at a short distance.

"This office, it belongs to the owner?" you ask.

"It does."

Your eyes narrow. "You're the owner of the casino?"

"My father is, but he hasn't stepped foot in the casino for many months. I run the casino for him," Grace simply states.

"But... you... why did you... you could have just... I don't understand..." you say, not quite sure how to make of this situation. Just a while ago when you thought Grace was some casino worker, it seemed normal for her to have let you have your way with her. Yet, now, knowing her status, it all feels bizarre.

"It was the deal. I'm a businesswoman and it was what closed the deal. We both got what we wanted." Again, Grace answers like it's the most normal thing in the world, with no signs of joy or anger.

"How old are you?" you ask.

"29."

"You're not that much older than me."

"I guess not."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Do you have to do that often?"

"Make deals? Yes. Every day."

"No... I mean, you know, your body for a deal."

Grace blushes a little, an involuntarily bodily response likely, before she answers. "Not often."

"Can we do it again?" you ask stupidly. You're not sure why you're asking, since you have the ability to make her do what you want, and the ability to do anything to her, but there's something about Grace that makes you want to negotiate with her.

"What do you have to offer?" she asks, not offended.