"My little chickadee, come in. Baby, it's cold outside, but we'll warm it up, eh? Oh my, you're lovely dear, but why the sack over your head?"
She giggled; she was good at acting herself. Madam Wormley sent her to only the wealthiest clients. "I get paid first," she said.
"Of course!" he said, handing her a handful of bills. "How's about a little peck before we enter my bed chamber sanctum?"
She lifted the bag, thrust forward her very, very sharp beak, and gave him the peck of his life.