Masaomi shrugged. “Oh, come on. Who wouldn’t think that from what you told me? You sounded so sketchy with that stuff about generous donations. Can you really blame me for thinking something like that?”
He chuckled. “I didn’t think you were that kind. Aren’t there companies who deal with that sort of thing, and you can call for one over the phone? Much more civilized. I wouldn’t know, though. I only sleep with girls I can win over without money.”
Masaomi stretched his arms above his head and smirked. “Don’t be offended. You should take my mistake as a compliment, really. I was saying that I think you’re attractive enough to be desired by many men. Seriously, though, what’s your deal? How do you get those donations?”
“Oh joy. Every girls’ dream to be admired by lecherous old men.” That’s all that really mattered to her. Thinking about how many men like that who would do things like that just made her feels sick.
“What’s it matter? I take what I can get get, and make it through another day with some bucks. It’s not like it’s anything you need to worry about, so why pry so much?”
