Frank makes things crystal clear.

Upstairs, Frank poured the girl a large glass of dosed lemonade, and smiled at her as she drank it. He looked nervous, her eyes constantly flickering to the gun he still held, saying nothing, her eyes looking fearful.

"You behave yourself you got nothing to worry about," he smiled, putting the gun out of sight. "You fuck up, we got problems."

"Yes Mr. Castillo," she whispered submissively, sipping her lemonade with perfect docility. "I won't fuck up...I promise...I'll be so good, so very good..."

"You're a dumb fucking slut aren't you Patty?"

"Yes sir. I...I am..."

"You understand the deal?"

"Yes..yes sir...I do...I'll be good...I'll do what I'm told... what you tell me..." she said quietly, sipping her drink, her foot jiggling as she crossed her legs. He smiled at her, seeing the flush rising up her neck and touching her cheeks.

"Good," Frank smiled, reaching out and stroking her cheek, feeling her shudder, knowing he owned her.
"Go home and wait for my call. Be ready. Be really ready."

She looked at him, one hand gently stroking her crotch, her eyes needy and wanton, swaying gently.

"Go home," he repeated coldly. "Finish your lemonade and go home."