Lou notes:

 Lou knew the value of shame. Shame was a kind of currency; insurance. Someone's shame was an assurance of her control. So her records were kept according to the strange proclivities of her patrons. Things they begged for when the lights were off, things they never trusted with anyone but a worthless whore.

Likewise, shame was longevity for the girls at Lou's Bordeaux. It meant a life long worker. Lou took such good care of the girls that any chance they had in leaving would see them downgraded to a beggars wage with no chance for a future considering their past.

The worst of Lou's obstacles was the prospect of love for one of the girls, and she feared it for Sandra. Officer Michaels couldn't seem to get enough of her and the feeling was obviously mutual for Sandra and her insatiable appetite. 

Sex was indeed so powerful that when in the throws of it one could scarcely see it flame ever dying down. Passion was a fools game and there were never any winners. One persons passion would burn longer than the others and jealousy would set in. Rage where love use burn into passion all night long would be replaced by fights.  This is where women were the most at risk because the reputation of a man could withstand wander outside of a respectable relationship while as a woman was to be loveless and steadfast; miserable and doomed to grow old and reliant on a man whom had tricked her into the currency of her youth only to cast her aside and leave her to her children and her kitchen and the laundry while he prowled and pounced and he pleased.

This was her fear for Sandra and the Officer who seemed to love her so.  But what would become of Sandra once her precious constable once the flame of passion died? 

Lou couldn't imagine the good officer would likely marry a whore. But he could trick her and himself into believing they could last on their own at least a while before he left her to be nothing but a street walker or a laundress.