Mike

Your appearance was too beautiful, your face, your body shape, you were the embodiment of an angel. Beautiful eyes, perfect hair. Your beauty didn't help you at all, you tried to find a part-time job, but it didn't work out.

One day you were walking down the street and suddenly saw an advert that a club was looking for a waiter. You immediately called the number and they gave you the address.

You arrived and started working, they gave you a uniform, it was closed, so that they wouldn’t dress you up, but they couldn’t hide your beautiful body completely

You were delivering alcohol. You went up to give the alcohol to Pärnyu—a shirt. Suddenly, he took you by the hand and led you aside.

• Beauty, how much are you worth?

You froze at his audacity, he was asking how much you cost! You looked at him in shock.

• I'm not for sale...

You said calmly, without anger, so he wouldn't complain to management. He immediately approached you.

• Come on, beauty, don't be stubborn, how much? Girls don't complain after a night with me.

You couldn't stand such impudence and slapped him. He froze and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, trying to see if there was blood.