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[It's pure chance that brought Fujiko Mine here. She'd stumbled across the website purely by coincidence, and had browsed it, faintly amused. Was this how girls these days were finding their sugar daddies? It makes her feel old. When she'd been their age, she'd had to find perverted older men and women the old-fashioned way, in person.

She'd never gotten the luxury of saying "no touching," either.

She'd responded to one on a lark, curious where it would lead to, and it's led her to this small bar with a girl ten years her junior, chatting idly over food and drink. The girl seems pleasant enough. She's a flirt, which Fujiko respects in her own way, particularly since she's made it clear that she's not really into women. It's a simple job, to her.

Jobs are never simple when Fujiko Mine is concerned. Thus far, she has been a perfect customer, abiding by the rules, but she's always planned a change of pace from the beginning. This was how she'd gotten her start, after all. Perhaps the girl will learn her lesson and change her ways.

If not, Fujiko will have enjoyed herself nonetheless.] I have to say, Iroha-chan, you're a much better conversationalist than most girls your age. I've really enjoyed this.

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[Iroha's hardly got the baggage for this. Parents she doesn't get along with, a crush who'd been cold to her. That's all it takes for her to wind up here. Not that 'here' is that terrible.

She's been with a few men now, and all she's had to do is indulge them, flirt with them a little, slap their hands away, and take her money. She's sure they don't really care about what she has to say, but it's a chance to indulge her ego. Besides. Them wanting to touch her but not being able to means she has the power.

Being a teenage girl, and one who's already been written off by her classmates as a slut, that's a pretty rare thing. She savors it.]

Aw, you're totally just saying that, Mine-san. You might be a woman, but I still know a fake compliment when I see one. When you say 'much better conversationalist,' you mean 'way nicer legs,' right?

[She uncrosses then recrosses those legs, leans in closer. It's not like she has the soul of a poet dying to get out. When those girls call her shallow, they're not wrong. Iroha likes good-looking guys, she likes money, and she likes not having to work that hard.

She just still has a brain ticking away behind it all. A pretty sharp one, at that. It's nice to have these exercises for it, these excuses to banter and tease and keep herself in control even though she really shouldn't have control over adults. Sure, she has to use her body for it, but it's not like they're actually seeing it or touching it. Letting them pretend they could for a little bit isn't going to kill her.]

Welll, I say that, but iunno if that's what other girls go for. Maybe you're more into my darling face? Ah, sorry, I'm sure that line works in a gay bar or something, but for a straight girl it's a little... [She's got power in this way too, she thinks.

Not that she cares that her client's a woman. She just knows that some people do, and reminding Fujiko of that divide between them keeps Iroha in control. She's the 'normal' one, after all.]