Interrogation

Back in his seat, Mateo attempts to erase what he had just seen, not only what he saw above, but also below. The deathly slim waist outlined by prominent ribs was etched into his brain. 

"Then you must be an undercover spy from the police, pretending to be a prostitute. I shall have you know that this is simply a religious cult."  Mateo doesn't even bother sounding serious, he states it as if it was a fact and reaches for his drawer to pull out a box of cigarette and a lighter. He lights it up and places it between his lips.

"My apologies." He brings out the cigarette, between his leather fingers and offers Nora a drag, which she politely refuses. She was all too familiar with the smell of cigarettes. Though Amanda would only smoke in her room and not outside, everytime the door opened, they were able to get a whiff of the strong scented cigarettes. They never liked how it smelled, assuming it would taste just as bad as it smelled. According to them, why in t