Yeah, he called me. I just had to get a contract printed before heading down there -- I don't trust their notary. You wanna sign off too?

[ Drake doesn't wait for her answer, as a second later a message comes through with a file attached. Whether Rosita reads it or not is up to her, but Drake figures she wants to check his terms.

It's not written super formally, but Drake's been around the law on both sides enough to know to phrase things like this carefully. Jesus can work and spend his money freely, he can choose his own partners with no obligation to help with his dominant or partner sub's quotas, and besides the boilerplate financial and sexual support the city requires Drake's added that he has to provide Jesus with housing -- privacy within guaranteed. ]