"One-fifty," she replied straight, her smile lingering and her eyes trying to look right through him, and not at his lips, his eyes, the way his shirt fit him. No deals, no discounts. An average guy give her one-hundred and fifty dollars. (A rich pig, however... quite more.) "It's in a private room, there's a comfy chair and a pole, and it can be topless if you want. I'll be all yours for several dances." She said all this with an inviting smile, of course.
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Date: 2010-01-21 07:16 am (UTC)Not that it mattered if he said yes or not.