Nathalie comes into a room where a heavyset careerman is cuffed, facedown, in what soon becomes clear is a quickly drying puddle of urine. Apparently the hooker was late for her day job, and had to take off, the guy says, clearly not yet hep to her real game. Nathalie is floored by this, and intrigued by the grossness, and in some ways lit up by the whole "little boxes on the hillside" part where this guy is rich and white and has so few problems that he needs to occasionally get tied up and peed on.
"Let me get this straight. So, you invite a hooker up here, have her cuff you to the bed, drink a $20 bottle of Evian, and then pee on you. Did you at any point happen to think who might have to clean it up?" The irony, it escapes Nathalie more often than Nancy escapes fate. God forbid somebody have to clean up your mess, good sir. But lest we think that this is about sisterhood or the underclass or the fact that drug dealing arises naturally from the need for shadow economies when women and minorities are denied entrée into exactly the realm this guy is the master of, Nathalie just lets him twist.
"You're not exactly in the power position, so I suggest you be a little more respectful to me, the fucking maid." Not maids in general, no, just this one pretty white lady one, who broke a picket line to get here. She sits down and considers him awhile, and he promises her "a nice tip." How much? Twenty bucks. She gives him this hilariously complicit sort of pout like they're actually negotiating something real, with a soft hurt "hey" behind it, and he relents. She grabs his wallet, and of course it's empty, and then pointedly reads off his name and address. This cuteness thing -- in addition to the good-acting, can't take your eyes off her thing, which never went anywhere -- I mean, I just love Nathalie. It's not going away. She is just a delight this season. They fixed so many things.
"Oh, please. I'm cold, you know? At first, I was warm..." Aaaaand that's enough of that, so she cuts him a deal. "You want your freedom, I want mine. I'll leave some sheets for you, right here. How about today you be your own maid? Sound good? Don't worry about the tip." There is something so Nancy about this, like, the thing she can't handle is touching this prostitute's pee. Of all the things she regularly does, like running from the cops and the entirety of Mexico, the one thing she just can't bring herself to do is change the sheets.