Its him.
Its the love of your life.
Jk you're a prostitute its your pimp
R: "y/n. You owe me"
y/n: I know Roman, but we nee-
R: so where is it?
you sigh as you pull a whole sack of nummus aureus from your woman's cavity.
R: good girl.
he leaves.
you want to tell him. you want to tell him a lot of things.
that you having to give him money even through you guys had sex like 3 months ago and he never paid is-
R: you're gaining weight btw, i'm not saying i'd have to fire you but like. why is it so perfectly circular?
he leaves once more
perfectly circular? no. can't be. nah anyways you want to tell him how whne you're working you imagine its him rather than the client because like these men are so bad in bed hence why they need to buy sexual partners.
you lay your haybail down and get ready to slumber bc you obviously live in outback australia
