With Eve now accompanying him, Alex has someone to rub suntan oil on his back.
When he rubs Eve, this tantalizing young innocent, it is purely for feelings of intimacy and togetherness. This pure pleasure befits the Garden.
Yet Alex is not in the Garden of Eden. This is not Eve. This Eve is fully aware of her nudity. It is her stock in trade.
The madam of the bordello has suggested this tart be Alex’s Eve, of a while. For a goodly fee. Otherwise, the madam would lose possession of the bordello.
Spam of Human Affection 
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