"Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit. Gimme the money." Holly Winslow held out her hands.
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Get it yourself."
"If you say so."
Holly Winslow reached into his pocket. After feeling around for a moment, she pulled out a wad of several hundred yuan and stuffed it all into her own pocket.
She waved her hand grandly. "I'll be your sugar mama this month."
"In that case, I suppose I'll reluctantly let you sleep with me." Though Mortimer Quincy's words were grudging, his expression was anything but.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She shot him a sideways glare. "You should be glad I'm not charging *you*."
"Name your price. A price to sleep with you."
Mortimer Quincy paused for a moment. "For keeps."
"I'm afraid my price would scare you to death, Quincy the Puppy!" Holly Winslow grinned, baring her teeth at him, then skipped away.
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