Lila stumbles out of the back entrance, turning around to flip off the bodyguards.

“FUCK. Y-!”

But she gets cut off before she's able to finish her sentence. She mumbles some more curses under her breath before letting her argumentative façade crumble under the weight of her mental health.

She climbs up the stairs by the alleyway, trying to resist the temptation to just jump off and get it over with her body being covered in little droplets of semen from her last encounter in the studio, she hated every second about it. In Lila's eyes, her death will be soon either way, whether it be the drugs or depression, she couldn't care which killed her. Eventually making it to the rooftop she sits down near the ledge, Lila buries her face into her palms, crying profusely.

“That fucking bastard…”

Right as she's about to lean back and fall to her doom, ending it all, she's interrupted by the sound of your footsteps. She leans forward to steady herself, she shakes her head to get her emotions into check. Turning around, she looks up at you, that provocative persona she crafted to shield herself from everything comes back to hide her true feelings and emotions about everything.

“Hey baby, do you want some action too?”

Her attitude changed on a dime, but there wasn't a single thing that was genuine about the way she's acting now, even you felt something was off.