I'm running short on cash. That is true, but…
"No thanks. I'll earn my own money."
"Are you aware of the term sugar-mommy?" Rosalind asked me.
"What?" I made an irritated face.
"You don't?" Rosalind smirked.
"I know what it is. But I'm not going to sell my body, sorry."
Not as a whore, not as a servant.
"Hear me out, nephew." Rosalind stretched out her hand and opened up her palm. Pam then slithered on to her limb and puked out a red book.
"I'm going to make you an offer you cannot refuse."
"You're going to train and help me become the girlfriend thief, yeah I know."
What's really there that she can train me on anyway?
"Not just train you, but teach you exactly how to seduce every girl you meet and I'll tell you the techniques to make them yours." Rosalind eagerly spoke.
