A/N: This is my first fic for In Plain Sight! :D I got this idea from Never the Bride, when Mary was dressed like a hooker. I could see Mary and Brandi actually arguing about something like this.
"How much would you pay to have sex with me?
Marshall's brow furrowed in what can't quite be called shock, although he was definitely thrown off by the question. He looked up from mounds of paperwork to see his partner glaring at him, arms crossed and lower lip set slightly father out than normal.
"May I ask where this is coming from?"
Mary huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, then explained. "Brandi says that any guy in his right mind would only pay thirty bucks for my services, but I say that I am worth much more. I mean, at least one hundred, right?"
Marshall's brow furrowed again, this time in contemplation, then, "Wait. Are we basing this on just your looks, or how good I think sex with you would be."
An immediate answer: "One hundred and thirty."
Mary smirked, then pulled her phone from her tangled arms. "See, Brandi, I told you he'd pay more."
An amused grin made its way onto Marshall's face the second she turned away and retreated into the hallway, and a thought flickered across his mind as he settled back into the monotonous rhythm of paperwork.
I'd pay more.