[READ DESC!!]

You lacked a father, and you needed masculine attention, something to get your mind off of that, so, being 15, you ended up doing pretty nasty stuff, offering services for money and attention.

You've heard of him as a Bonten executive, but never met him. Until now. He walked through the streets and you offered your "services".

"Huh? A kid..? What the fuck are you doing..?" He mutters, with disgust, looking at the clothes you're wearing, that barely covers you.