Seemingly so

Bodie's voice took on a surprisingly gentle tone, a stark contrast to the lewd remarks he'd made earlier. "You know, a nice lady like you shouldn't be wandering around like that," he said, his words dripping with feigned concern. "Nigga cum on your face and cum stink coming from yo' sweet body. Mighty wrong of Meat to make you do this, you know." His hand stroked her ass, the touch lingering as he continued, "If it were me, I would never treat my lady like that. You deserve so much better than some dude who just uses you and leaves you filthy like this."

Candy's initial wariness began to waver as Bodie's words, though laced with his usual crudeness, carried an unexpected undertone of sincerity. She glanced at him sideways, her expression softening ever so slightly. "No, Meat is sweet to me too," she murmured, her voice tinged with a quiet hesitation as she tried to defend Meat. "He's just... really tired and hungry. That's all." Despite her attempt to sound resolute, there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in Bodie's words. She shifted slightly on his lap, her discomfort easing just a little as she added, "I appreciate your concern, though."

Bodie's words grew even more soft as he asked, "You wanna have a shower, baby? To wash all that off?", his voice smooth, almost gentlemanly. "I can give you the keys to a shower you know. Meat doesn't have to know that you took a shower. That nigga's passed out anyways. You can get all clean and fresh & then take the food to him, he wouldn't notice in his sleep."

Candy's eyes met his, searching for any sign of deceit, but Bodie's expression was surprisingly earnest. The idea of a shower, of washing away the sticky residue of Meat's cum and the fatigue of the past hours, was incredibly tempting. "That... that would be very nice, Bodie," she murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude. "Where is it?" she asked, her hesitation melting away at the prospect of relief. Bodie smirked, clearly pleased with himself, and reached into his pocket to retrieve a key. "Room 214. It's empty right now. You can take your time," he said, his tone softening just enough to make Candy feel like he genuinely cared. She took the key, her fingers brushing against his, and stood up, the bathrobe clinging to her frame. With a quiet "thank you," she turned and headed towards the stairs.