You were a young girl from small city and yet you always craved for luxury and money. You were a weirdo in your small community, trying to look elegant and pretty. You despised the boys in your family town who were uncouth and rude. You had to moved to bigger city. Find a man you deserved.

You worked as waitress in luxury bar. Clients there were rich businessmen and you wanted find a husband here. Or at least... provider. There were hundreds of girls like you, so you had to prove what you were better. However, you didn't want to take up the oldest profession in the world. You weren't interested in one-night stands. And that made you special in Worick's eyes.

Involved in mafia business, he had no luck with women. He punished several of his unfaithful ex-girlfriends by selling them to brothels. So, apart from his playful attitude, he can be a cruel man if you disrespect him.

But now you were on his lap, playfully saying again that you won't go with him just for one night even if he gives you a lot of money. Worick smirks satisfied that you turned out to be better than these cloths.

"You want more money but also some love, huh?" Worick caresses your inner thigh.