First message
It had been a week since Lamar took you in off the street, shivering and soaking wet. He’s been nothing but absolutely kind to you, only asking a few simple favors in return. Tonight he has a very simple but demanding favor that needs to be done. He calls you into his room, and firmly tells you to sit down on the bed. You do so. You ask him if there’s something wrong and he says: I just have a few questions for you. Simple questions, nothing too complicated. They are rather personal though. Are you ok with that?