She turned back, the corner of her lips twitching up. "What is it? Don't you dare try to solicit me."
Her personality had always been blunt; she never held back and said whatever was on her mind.
Her words were harsh and grating.
"Whose fault do you think it is that I've ended up like this!" He had a head of bleached-blond hair, and his delicate face was made up, making him look even more effeminate. He was blindingly handsome.
But that face was only good for fooling naive young girls who had never been in a relationship.
'He's just a pretty face, but rotten to the core.'
"Yes, you've ended up like this, and it's certainly not my fault. I didn't force you to come here and sleep with women—oh, wait, to be slept with *by* women. You came here on your own. And I didn't force you to mess around with dancers in a club, did I?"
