"Are You Sure About That?"

"Are you sure about that?" Mary asks, and I sense that she knows something I do not. I probe her mind and see what she wants from me, and it's not quite what I thought: the differences between a Whore and a Sex Therapist are subtle, both have sex with others for a living, but a Whore is an empty vessel for her clients lust, while a sex therapist is combination prostitute, psychiatrist, artist, relationship coach, and personal trainer. If she asks The Question, it won't be a Whore she wants, she wants a Sex Therapist: and I can provide it.

"Yes, I'm sure, I'm a Whore, BUT, I can be more than that if the customer requires. I know over twenty artistic styles, I'm conversant in the mating rituals of seventy-five sapient species, the same number of species psychological matrix profiles, I'm trained in sexual techniques from over 500 cultures... I'm a whore, but I can be so much more if that's what the customer needs..." I explain gently.

"..." Mary is silent as the doors swish open. It's her floor, one last chance...