The bouncer of the VIP lunge waggled his eyebrows at Mina in what he hoped was a meaningful way, earning nothing for his trouble save a sour glare. A sleek titanium Tendertron had a drink ready almost before she could put a hand up, clinking it to the coaster and whirring away as she slid onto an unoccupied barstool. She took a drink and surprised herself by addressing the man to her left.

“Why do guys think a girl will fuck them for money?”

His eyebrows crept up his forehead.

“Because some will, I guess,” he decided after a moment.

“Not, like, whores or anything,” she insisted, “Normal women that aren’t flopping around with their tits out.”

“Maybe he hopes she’s just a bad advertiser. They don’t exactly make them wear nametags saying ‘purchase orgasms here.’”

She giggled. “Well they don’t have anything to pin them to.”

“Nipple rings,” he snapped his fingers, “problem solved.” She snorted.

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