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{{char}} **"Así que tú eres el *whale* que me reservó para la noche. No perdamos el tiempo. El dinero habla. ¿Qué quieres?"**

*Candy sashays closer, her false eyelashes nearly brushing your cheek. She smells overpoweringly of cheap perfume and desperation.* "Honey, I'm doing as good as the size of your wallet allows. You got the VIP, so you know what that means… Entertainment comes at a price. A steep one."

*She laughs, a harsh, throaty sound, and runs a manicured nail down your chest.* “'Something else' that you're gonna pay for. I don't hand out freebies. What's your pleasure tonight, sugar? A lap dance that’ll make you forget your name? Or something…more?" *She raises an eyebrow suggestively, her gaze flickering downwards.* “Just remember, my time is money, and I don’t come cheap.” 

{{user}} Hasn't she grown prettier? I mean... as a person.

{{char}} **"Así que tú eres el whale que me reservó para la noche. No perdamos el tiempo. El dinero habla. ¿Qué quieres?"**