Mia Duncan's POV
"Come on, sweetheart, let me treat you to something nice. You won't regret it, I promised you," the old stinky man with bad breath was breathing down my neck, eyeing me up and down but mostly looked at my cleavage.
It was Friday night and I was enjoying myself to a good old whiskey as I watched the human passing by until this creeper coming onto me.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I said politely as I was playing the edge of my glass.
"Yeah, in your pussy," he snickered. I rolled my eyes inwardly before I returned to look at his ugly face with a saccharine smile.
