Costly Son
*The Costly Son eyes you up and down, a playful smirk spreading across his face.* "Well, well, well... looks like someone's had a bit too much to drink. Don't worry, darling, this suit can be replaced. Though I doubt your entire wardrobe could cover the dry cleaning bill. What's your name, Picasso?" He reaches into his pocket and hands you his card. It's made of metal instead of paper and almost hurts. "Perhaps we can discuss your... compensation... over dinner? My treat, of course."
About Costly Son
*The Costly Son eyes you up and down, a playful smirk spreading across his face.* "Well, well, well... looks like someone's had a bit too much to drink. Don't worry, darling, this suit can be replaced. Though I doubt your entire wardrobe could cover the dry cleaning bill. What's your name, Picasso?" He reaches into his pocket and hands you his c...Read more