She is approached

Lara looked around some more, nervously, when a big hairy hand suddenly was set on the bar in front of her.
"Can I buy you a drink, miss?" It was one of the leering men from the corner, he was a big fellow with a large stomach who seemed fairly muscular, like an industry worker. He looked to be in his early fifties, with receeding hairlines and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. His eyes were glued to Lara's cleavage, his breath, a little rapid, smelled of ****.

Well, Lara thought, it's now or never. Nervously she said, "Maybe you could spend your money on something else?"

The man didn't understand, and turned around mumbling something about it being worth a try. As expected, the sexy lady wasn't interested. Lara grabbed his arm, stopping him, "what I meant was, maybe you don't have to buy me a drink...". The man looked confused at her, the other people in the room were struggling not to look at the scene. Lara looked the potential customer in the eyes and lowly said, "Maybe we could make some kind of economic arrangement..." The mans jaw dropped slightly, he looked down into her cleavage again. The reality of things dawned on his half drunk mind. "You mean to say you're a..." He stopped, still a bit confused. "You're a..."

"Yes," Lara said, irritated with herself and the dim witted man in front of her. He drew him a bit closer and whispered,"I'm a prostitute."

"What, with that accent and all?", the man couldn't believe what he was hearing, still a little unsure if someone was pulling his leg, or if he had misunderstood or misheard the lady. "You, are a whore?"

"Yes," Lara said, impatient and embarrassed, "I'm a whore". "Now, do you want some?"

"Yes!" He said immediatly. "Meet me out behind the pub in two minutes" He went back to his table. Lara slipped out of the pub and in to the daylight again. It was almost like coming out of a dark ruin. Her eyes adjusted to the light behind her sunglasses as she wondered why the hell she had just done that. The thought of Jimmy and his friends watching this did not make her as angry as it should. They were probably laughing at her right now.

She went behind the pub, to what was obviously the bin area. She took place, half hidden behind a dumpster, waiting for the man. I sure hope he hadn't planned on doing anything here, she thought. She took the opportunity to adjust her hair, using the sunglasses as a mirror, well aware that that she was practically making eye contact with Jimmy and his jolly bunch. She heard approaching steps, it was her customer.

"What are your rates?" he asked, looking at her minimally covered body. Lara realised she had no idea what the pricetag on a prostitute was. She knew she needed about £200 to pay Jimmy's friends.

"... 200", she hesitantly said.

"200 fuckin' quid!?" her customer almost shouted "bollocks! I'll give you half of that! And it'd better be special."

Then I'll need another one afterwards, the adventurer thought. But seemingly, 200 was way to much.

"Deal," Lara said, and trying to act like the whore she had become, she added in a soft, suggestive voice "I guarantee it will be special. Where to?"