The only thing they had in common was that they were all leering at her.
"Tell me your price, I can afford it," said the man with the Mediterranean skin, in a tone dripping with nouveau riche arrogance.
"Yeah, you shouldn't push people away like that, it takes the fun out of it," chimed in the man with the pointed chin and cheekbones.
"You're already selling yourself, so stop being so coy. Here's my business card, you can go with them first, I don't mind if you're 'used' by the time you get to me," chimed in the man with the beer belly.
He's not that rich, so he stopped pretending to be a tycoon.
Xia Shi forcefully slapped the business card out of his hand and stomped on it.
"What the hell are you talking about? I'll have you know, if you keep bothering me, I'll call the police on you," Xia Shi was irate.
"You've already done the ****, why bother pretending to be virtuous?" sneered the man with the beer belly.