"Well, why did you get fired?" I reignite my question.
"I... I tried to seduce one of my male clients... B-but it was all your fault! You left me so horny in there! Now I got fired because of you!" She shouts, tears flowing from her eyes.
"No... That isn't my fault. Your job is... what?"
She froze in place once again.
"I-I'm sorry," She apologizes, but I ask again.
"What is your job? Or at least… what was your job?"
"A-a whore,"
"That's right… and you acted exactly how a whore would act. Trying to seduce their customers, trying to wring more money out of them by shaking that ass a little harder… but, you had a few privileges, so you thought you were special?" I muttered, walking over to the nightstand which had a glass of red wine sitting atop it.
"I-I'm sorry,"
"I don't know why you're apologizing to me?"
