Another one. It would seem that Sakura brought another of those strange gasps from Reiji which seemed to elate her deep inside. And all it required was a flick of her tongue dangerously close to his balls to make him freak out. He backed away then releasing her head and giving her the room to back away which she did while he spoke seemingly amused by trailing her tongue back up as she retreated. "I haven't heard that either, interesting~" she seemed to still be flirting. "I think you'll do great Reiji-san," she said with a knowing smirk. "Besides you don't seem like the kind of man who wouldn't follow through on your promises~" she added. Still her tongue didn't properly retreat from his cock. She placed a kiss on the head of it while peeking up at his face.
Moving on from that the hotel seemed to take another strange turn. It would seem that the prostitute had managed to rile the man on the floor up a bit, but he didn't have the same potency as normal. It was quite interesting the difference in his visage from one moment to the next. But doing so let her know what kind of range she had to work with for someone who wasn't normally readable to her. "Two hours... of sex?" she seemed almost stunned by that as an idea. Well, she was a prostitute most wouldn't last nearly that long and he said it in such a direct manner that she could hardly question his potential ability. She was a prostitute, she did assume she'd be having sex with this man at some point, she'd all but agreed to it, but... it was still very odd. "Freaky," she said plainly. Still he claimed that her demeanor had changed and he wanted to know why. He called her attempts child-like and he claimed to want a better reason to kill her and told her she could go harder. "For me... is why. That change in your face was rather extreme so it became interesting to see you return to not caring," she explained. "Also with most of your blood in your dick I could probably make you bleed out faster from here..." she commented as if that was a normal thing to say. There was a methodology here one she figured he understood a bit. That toe that was tickling his cock became something filled with pressure with the heel of that same foot seeming to be dangerously close to a spot which would make him bleed to death. She started thinking about that as a better placement for killing him while giving herself a bit of space. She wasn't moronic, but there was still an act of play taking place here. It simply wasn't the friendly type. Killing him wasn't something she could likely accomplish without it maiming her in some way, but... she'd rather not. "But that's it isn't it, you're so fucked up inside you need extremes. You don't have a trashy dick, you're a mad dog on a short leash~" she said as if she'd actually figured something out. She hadn't but, she thought of a fitting punishment. She kicked him in the dick, right in the middle with enough pressure to cause a potential bruise, and then stood atop it like she intended to crush it, leaning forward for balance.