I don't know if I'd call it a lack of respect for privacy.

[Girl's gotta eat. Bills to pay, mouths to feed. She's only a little offended by that assumption, not nearly enough to say anything else about it.

The splint doesn't really feel good -- she imagines it might be better once everything is steady, but she knows better than to bet on that.]

I don't exactly call sex slavery luxury, but everything else--I guess its close.