It wasn't until a full, excruciating thirty minutes had passed that Marcus was finally able to satisfy the demanding, giggling, torturous girls with the cheap, stupid products they wanted.
All of them were taking way too much time on one single, stupid piece of jewelry. They had to look at themselves in the mirror, move to different angles, then ask each and every single girl in the group for their honest opinion on their looks.
And of course, if even one of them was not satisfied, if one girl said, "Hmm, no, Janine, it makes your neck look weird," the entire, agonizing process would start all over! It was too much. It was hell.
In normal cases, on any other day, Marcus would have been elated to have this much business, but not right now. Not while this was happening.
And not to mention the commentary! The entire thirty minutes were filled with their constant, nonstop chatting about the man's stamina and his obvious performance.
