Sasha Morden

"I've got a bit of a stash from some of the work I did across the pond, so don't worry about the money. As for smuggling you out of here..." Her hands moved around his waist, sliding down to give his ass a small squeeze. "Why not the old fashioned way? Bundle you up in a trenchcoat and a hat? Sunglasses for the eyes," since they'd been lit up slightly ever since she'd mentioned sex, "and gloves for the claws. No one will notice a thing."