Trust your guts

Her attitude was...unwarranted, but you supposed she could've just been having a bad day. Caught off guard you just got a chicken Pad Thai, curious about how it would tase. What had you more curious though, was the idea of using your ring on her.

A waitress had access to plenty of new bodies, but how could you get a ring from her to someone else? That'd take a lot of planning in advance. Stil, being a waitress seemed like a waste in retrospect. Even if she was related to the owners, her attitude came off like she wasn't working here by choice. Perhaps her parents needed the help or just wanted her to learn what a real job was like before giving her more to work with... Perhaps this was a chance to do some prior research.

As she eeturned with you steaming plate, I gave her a soft smile. "Thank you. Hey, I'm kind of new around here. Do you know anywhere to have some fun?" You asked innocently, trying to not come off like a total creep while you fidgeted with the ring.

The girl doesn't seem to hear you, either that or that she doesn't care to listen. Her eyes were on her phone, checking messages. You taste a bit from your dish, enjoying the mesh of flavors. As you finish the initial bite, you decide to try again. You grab her attention once more and ask the same question, and this time she lifts up her eyes, a look of irreverence on her face.

She looks to the side, almost rolling them before responding. "Yeah, my brother can set you up with a girl if you want." She responds. "And there's some bar down the street. Anything else?"

You can't help but blush a little at her misinterpretation of your innocent question.

Me? Pay a... Woman of the night? I mean... maybe.

Still, your question hadn't had the intended result and you knew nothing more about her. Even her name tag was in Thai so you failed to read it. Was her brother a pimp? A ladies' man? An enforcer/member of one of these gangs that harrassed the local prostitutes?

It wasnt a good part of town, and seeing a young man like you, she probably thought you were a tourist looking for some action. When you don't respond. She rolls her eyes again and walks back to the counter, leaving you again with your thoughts.

You contented yourself with the rest of the Pad Thai still on your plate. The rice was soft and not clumpy, the chicken had been seasoned to perfection, even the lettuce used as garnish was crisp and fresh. You found yourself quickly and rather aggressively eating the meal. You never realized, but you had gone without eating pretty much all day. As you placed your fork back down, you reached for your wallet. Thankfully, it was still there.

Could I get my check please?" You called over to her as you tried to make a decision. Leave the ring for her to find or just drop it outside. Would her body even be fun to take? A small grin curled on my face as I recalled my experiences as Clair. Of course it'd be fun, it just may not be safe.

You gnored her derision as she placed the check down. As she turned to leave and went back to counting her register, you took one last look at her figure from behind. When she returned to the table she would find money for the meal, a $100 dollar tip for her, and a ring with a ruby stone set in the center on the seat. It must've fallen out of that guy's pocket...

She'd have time to stop you and return it if she wanted to... But of course, that wasn't the plan.