>>22482
Anon, I have a proposition for you.
>The slice of cheese pizza in your hand stops halfway from your mouth as Diana tells you this.
>You set it back down before answering.
>"Okay, how much is it gonna cost me?"
>She gives you a wry smile. You both know how things work around here.
>You drop an excessive amour of money, and you get to enjoy their company.
>And the view.
>Give money, get cunny.
No silly, all we'll need is some of your time. You'll even get a free meal out of it.
>"Just my time? So I won't have to sell my organs for this? I only have the one extra kidney you know."
>She giggles.
I can't promise you won't loose a few in the process, but no, you won't have to sell them.
>One (non-sexual) positive to your frequent visits here it that your communication skills have actually improved.
>You can now actually hold a conversation with these sultry nymphs without sounding like a blubbering idiot.
>Most of the time.
>You still fold easier than their tips whenever they apply the smallest bit of "pressure."
>But the friendly banter in between? You got that down pat.
>"Alright, you've piqued my interest. Let's hear it."
Well, we have program here called Raisin Farmers.
>Isn't that just a gra-
Yes, I know that's just a grape farmer, you can stop thinking it.
>You silence your train of though.
As I was saying, Raisins Framers are trusted customers that essentially act as training dummies for new Raisins Girls. You'll get a free meal and a nice chunk of membership points.
>You try very hard not to look giddy at being called a "trusted customer".
>"How many points are we talking here?"
>She smirks.
Enough to get you access to the Cuddle Room.
>!
>>22503
Hey Panzer.