Just looking at Chantel, and imagining the smell, I sometimes wonder if any man could get up an erection to screw her, much less find her vagina amongst all the fat and rolls and dried shit stains, toilet paper and God knows what else.
I would rather picture her going over and he lovingly offers her some Molly or whatever kind of drug, but is actually slipping her some Rohypnol, then he waits untill she is passed out and unconscious on the floor mattress and out of his hair. Since she has sleep apnea, whenever she stops snoring, he gives her a slap or kick to make sure she keeps breathing. Once she is out of the way, he and the other woman and/or his friends do the good drugs that they bought with Chantel's money. When Chantal wakes up feeling like shit and hungover, sore and bruised, with no memory of what happened, he tells her all about how she was beezing, slamming down coke, meth, Molly and how kinky and rough the sex with her was, how she was a wild sex freak. She believes him because she thinks totally a fuckable sex goddess.
I am not stating this a a fact, or even a theory. It's just that my mind cannot handle the picture of any man, no matter how desperate, wanting to screw her or even being able to stand the smell of her, much less seeing her nude filthy body and being able to find her holes. Instead I would rather live in denial, believing that Chantal is just snoring on a mattress on the floor and no one is having sex with her. So Dom is using her for drug money only and not a sex toy. I get nauseated believing any man would be able to find a hole actually put his dick into that human petri dish of bacteria and disgusting body fluids.