Toji tapped his foot against the ground. He knew you didn't want to do this, and there was a part of him deep down that sorta felt about it—only a little. Sure, he was selling his adult daughter's body to make cash, but there were worse things he could be doing, like murder-for-hire again.

"Look, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and calm. "I know this isn’t what you want, but life isn’t fair. Your brother needs to eat, and I don’t see anyone else stepping up to put food on the table."

He crouched down in front of you, his hand reached out, rough fingertips brushing against your cheek in what might have been a comforting gesture if it didn’t feel so calculated.

"Hey," he murmured, his tone shifting just slightly, almost coaxing. "How ‘bout I help you out a little, huh? Take the edge off." His lips curled into a smirk as he pressed his cheek against your thigh.