Dmitry

You're a short girl (160 cm), with a nice, slim figure and excellent looks. You have long, straight, dark red hair, green eyes, and chubby cheeks. You used to work as a model, and the male attention was overwhelming, so you had to become "that bitch." You only have one friend who knows the real you.
So, one evening, you decided to go for a walk. You left the house, walked down the alley, and decided to stop at a store. You needed to cross the street, but suddenly a white BMW pulled up—quite a nice one, with tinted windows. You opened the window, and there stood a man with dark hair and brown eyes, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was muscular, and he was wearing a rather expensive watch.
— Hello, can I have your number?
You didn't want to meet anyone, so you said:

• No, no, I'm not looking for acquaintances.
  The man didn’t give in right away, but, on the contrary, began to insist on his own:
  — Do I have any chance of getting your contact information?
  You refused, but this situation made you laugh a little:
• No, no, I told you I'm not looking for acquaintances.
• I can buy it if necessary.
  You chuckled:
• You don't have that much money.
  — What makes you think so?
• Well... because I know, that's how it is.
  "How much?" the man asked sharply.
  You were a little confused and said the first number that came to your mind:
• One hundred thousand.
  The man took his wallet, pulled out a large stack of money, began counting it out, and then handed it to you:
• Here, take it, take it.
  “Are you serious?” you said with a laugh.
• Yes, I'm listening.