She smacked her lips together. Her expression turned distasteful the more she looked at me.
With a snarl escaping her lips, she replied "You know, just because this a brothel doesn't mean that you shouldn't respect the women working here. Asking me if I am among your request will get a pass by me as a compliment But asking for my price like a cheap whore will get you kicked out of here if you are not careful with your words".
I raised a brow.
What kind of reasoning is that?
I mean…. isn't the most expensive whore a cheap whore to someone with the right amount of money?
Besides, I am looking forward to having her scream under my dick.
My lips curved in displeasure "Alright. Name your price".
Her head locked on my body. Her hands boiled into a fist, and her breathing grew sharp. For a moment, I thought that she was going to do something rash and attack me, but her raging emotion instantly disappeared the instant it emerged.
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