A scene:

I hated it, hated that I had to take her to her dates, take her to those loathsome, hairy men with huge bank accounts who purchased her company as easily as a newspaper. Hated knowing that it was merely a question of how much they were willing to pay for how much they wanted to get.
Though I guess that it was only reduced to such a coarse transaction in my own mind. But looking at her out of the corner of my eye, while keeping the old lumbering Cadu rolling cleanly. Seeing her so perfectly made up, sharply contrasted against the blurring lights of the city behind her, sliding by.
It might have been easier to buy her time, own her for a few moments that way. But it would have forever damned me in her eyes.
So I drove her, drove her to another shining hotel entrance.