You've estranged them. You were supposed to go back and help them, give your brother and your parents the opportunities they never had. Chance was silent, stricken with grief. Because you all make it so easy. In other places, other times, it was mostly money, or some assurance for the afterlife, once in a while a prayer for some strange form of strength.
Sex is just one more part of the equation, one more primal instinct and lust.
Everyone here thinks that anything else can be achieved through sex. They have sex for money, sex for power, sex sex sex. We aren't succubi, Chance, but we may as well be. No, Chance thought, I don't, but you will tell me anyway. This disgusts me as much as I think it disgusts you.