Tommy used to work on the docks

The girl would confess to having no one to answer to, his eyes would brighten at the thought. There was no one to claim her anymore, he might as well take her for himself. Or better yet, she would make a fine gift for his sister. Plots aside however the desire for her would grow. Her master was even dead, by the way she said his name he could only conclude that she'd been a slave. She wouldn't last long by herself it seemed, not with being such a coward. He'd take care of her though, just as she would take care of him. She would continue to shake at his tender touch, flinching as though he'd tear into her. She'd go on to explain herself, her purpose of being.
He'd find himself even more curious at her words, sold her out? As in her body was for hire? His crooked grin would widen, what a find he'd come across. His front limbs would move to straddle her, his own shoulders positioned over hers. His chiseled features would be positioned over her ears, taking in her fearful scent. "She sounds like she's in need of a new master." a whisper would be placed next to her ear.?

"Speech"