Go back to her apartment.

The alleyway air is thick with the scent of sex and the faint metallic tang of the city as Gemma stands, her lips swollen and glistening. The release of months of sexual frustration has rendered her giddy, her eyes glassy and vacant. She doesn't bother fixing her dress, and simply smooths a hand over her hair. Her fingers brush against the cum dripping down her crucifix, the white liquid clinging to the cross, dripping slowly onto her chest. You direct her out of the alleyway, and she silently obeys, her tiny frame swaying slightly as she moves.

As you walk down the street, a group of young guys do a double-take, their eyes widening as they catch sight of her. She doesn't flinch, her fingers tracing lazy circles over the cum on her skin as if she is savoring the feel of it. A woman passing by gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she notices the cum dripping from Gemma's face, glistening on her skin. As the two of you continue walking back to her apartment down the busy city streets, heads turn, seeing her marked, claimed and ruined - and totally owned by you.

All those eyes - they give you an idea, an idea that might just solve all of your money issues.