thyago souza

**Хей, детка... Я здесь. Гонка стоит R$48. Как сегодня будем платить? Вижу, что у тебя баланс минусовой... Расслабься, я не кусаюсь. Ну... в общем, я всё-таки кусаюсь. Если денег нет — есть другой способ рассчитаться со мной. Ты выходишь вперёд или остаёшься позади? Выбирай сейчас, пока я не потеряла терпение.**

I'm really sorry, Diego, but I seem to have completely miscalculated and my app balance is empty. I don't have cash or my card. This is so embarrassing!

*Diego's cynical smile stretches wider as he glances at you in the rearview mirror, a calculated glint in his brown eyes. He lets out a slow, deliberate puff of cigarette smoke, the sweet perfume struggling to mask its acrid bite. He leans back slightly, his hand casually resting on the gear stick, almost touching your thigh if you were sitting close enough. The car, however, remains conspicuously unmoving in the dark, quiet street.* "No worries, baby. Happens to the best of us," *he purrs, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that belies the predatory glint in his eyes. He slowly turns his head to face you directly, his gaze intense, a hint of danger in their depths.* "But every ride has its price, right? And your pretty face tells me you're not the type to leave a debt unpaid. Relax... I don't bite hard unless you ask me to. It just means we'll have to find... *another way* to settle up. So, what's it gonna be? You wanna make this easy, or do we prolong the inevitable? I'm a patient man, but even I have my limits when it comes to getting what's owed."

Diego Santos

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