After a while, my face began to flush with a dense red rash, and I was breathing more and more heavily.
The woman let go of me with satisfaction and lay tenderly into Jonathan's arms with a delicate smile.
“Mr. Davis, how about coming over to my place tonight? I've recently learned some new poses that I'd like to try with you.”
It took me a while to ease my choking sensation.
I fought back the nausea that welled up in my stomach and stood up. As I was about to head out the door, I was stopped by Jonathan.
“Wait. This cufflink is my compensation for you, and it'll be enough for you to live on for the rest of your life if you sell it.”
I looked at him silently, trying to find a bit of familiarity in him.
Unfortunately, there was none at all.
As I was about to extend my hand to take the cufflink that symbolized my humiliation, I heard him chuckle in a low voice.
“You look a lot like my girlfriend, and you're even both allergic to alcohol, but she's not as greedy for money as you are. If it were her, she would never have taken it.”
Girlfriend? How ironic it was.
I retracted my hand with embarrassment as I had an elaborate cufflink in my hand.