Enraged, Vincent grabs both Misha's wrists firmly and pushes her onto the ground. Misha dares not make eye contact with him and meekly stares towards the floor, making herself look the part of the damsel in distress.
"you are becoming more bold Darling, you dare cut up my merchandise?" Vincent asks angrily.
kneeling down beside Misha, Vincent grabs her face forcing her gaze to meet his.
"I was in such a good mood too, today. You see a very important Man is here to look at all the girls. He is renting out the whole parlor as he does so. So being the kind gentleman I am, I came to spend the day with you darling." Vincent says with the same lewd expression he uses whenever large quantity of money is involved.
Vincent forcefully picks Misha up into a princess carry before throwing her onto the bed. The knife in her pillowcase pricks her back ever so slightly causing a small drop of blood to roll down her spine, reminding her to look for any possible opening.
"Am I not one of the girls?" Misha asks defiantly.
Chuckling, Vincent gets on the bed, mounting himself over her.
"He is not looking for one to bed, but for a suitable one to take home; as if I would ever let you go." Vincent says, stroking her face in a lovingly manner before going in for a kiss.