Of course not!

Roy is awakened by a ray of sunlight shining into his eyelid. It’s morning already. He still feels a little dizzy.

“Oh yeah, time to greet my new whore…” Roy stands up and yawns, and walks towards the bathroom.

“What the fuck?” The bitch supposedly at the end of a huge iron chain is gone, and the lock seemed to have just magically unlocked itself. Roy frantically looks around the RV. Her clothes are gone as well. “Son of a bitch!”

Just as Roy is about to smash something to unleash his rage, he notices a note on the fridge door. The handwriting is unquestionably gorgeous.

“Roy, good morning! It’s Erica. I’m so sorry about running away :( But duty calls. I really like you and I was serious about staying with you last night, but I can't. I had a good long time to think about the goods and bads, but my sisters at the sorority need me. I can’t indulge in personal pleasure while they are left without my legal ‘talents’. I enjoyed your company last night but I can’t stay any longer. If you find yourselves in trouble again, call me! Please never change :)”

Roy’s face twists in anger, confusion, and frustration, but eventually he just wheezes: “What a crazy fucking bitch…”

As for where Erica is off to? She got another call. Apparently there is another degenerate rapist somewhere who needs her help, and nothing arouses her more than putting rapists back into the streets.