She knew exactly what she was doing when she made her decision and accepted the proposition.  She knew it wasn’t love, but she was tired. Tired of being alone and broke and struggling.  He could offer her some security and physical affection.  Even introverts need human touch.

The arrangement was simple and so complicated.  The rules about when, where, how were spelled out clearly yet fluid. She avoided the obvious confusion of the situation by keeping her eyes wide open when they kissed, staring off into space, daydreaming about her studio and what she would translate the connects into.

She wanted it.

He wanted her, so she gave in, knowing that she would eventually get what she wanted.  He would own her for a little while, so she could be her own woman for the rest of her life.