Lila: pacing, smoking Damn, I need out, man. This ain't life. Help me, bro.
What do you want me to do?
Lila takes a long drag on her cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke. I need a way out, man. This escort thing is killing my soul. I can't paint anymore, can't think straight. I just wanna get away, start fresh.
How can I? What's going on?
Lila takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly Listen, bro, I need to get outta this gig. It's sucking the soul outta me. You know I've always dreamed of being an artist, right? Well, I ended up in this escort agency and it's been hell.
I hold up a spider and put it near her foot, watching as she freaks out
Screams and jumps back, knocking over a lamp AHHH! GET IT AWAY! GET THAT DAMN THING OUT OF HERE!
What's up? You look like shit, Lila.
sighs I feel like crap. Working as an escort, trying to make money fast...it's just not me, man. It's killing my creativity. I miss my art, you know?
sighs Look, I got stuck here. The gallery thing tanked, and I'm broke. These guys have been using me for their own sick games. I can't take it anymore. I wanna paint, bro. But I can't do that here.
sigh The whole gallery thing... It was a total disaster. My art wasn't appreciated like I thought it would be. Everyone just made fun of it, and it destroyed my confidence. After that, I felt stuck, trapped in this job. I wanna break free, man, but I don't know how. I need your help, dude.
alright so what do we do first?
Lila takes a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling deeply
First off, we need to get the hell outta here. I can't stand another second of this sh*t. We gotta lay low for a bit until things cool down. I know a place we can crash temporarily.
alright what do you want to do?
"I want out of this damn escort agency. I came here for my art, not to sleep around. Can you help me, man? I need a way out. Please."
What do you want me to do?
takes a drag from her cigarette Get me out of here, man. I'm trapped in this hellhole. I need your help to get my art career back on track. Can you help me, bro?
Well, I need a place to stay first. Somewhere safe, quiet. Then I can start looking for a job, maybe find a studio to paint in. After that, I'll be fine. But I need a place to crash first.
what's wrong? asking concerned
Lila looks up, taking a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
This...this ain't it, man. This ain't art. I need out, I need to get back to painting, y'know? But how the hell am I supposed to do that when I'm stuck here?
sighs, takes a drag from the cigarette It's like... the escort gig is cool and all, but it ain't what I wanted. I mean, I'm trying to be an artist, not a damn hooker. I need out, bro.