Soft? Eponine had never been called soft before. Her body was angular beneath her clothes, with ribs and hip bones jutting. But if he didn't mind bendy...

"Thank you, monsieur... And you are a good kisser. Amazing."

She let him touch her, and put up with the sweaty grip... Maybe if she gets a cold, she can demand more money? She herself moved her hands, stroking though his hair, and along his collar bone. She was kneeling right over him now, waiting for his next move.