Sakura sat in the car staring at Reiji while holding a few items in her hands. She saw all the fluster across his face. The shift in the way he was sitting, that push against his glasses, even the clearing of his throat. A satisfied smile spread across her face, she couldn't have been more pleased with the result of her little experiment if she tried. She also looked at his leg and saw the thickness of his cock pressed against them. Her smile spread a bit more and a bit of devious light twinkled in her eyes. "I suppose I should be honest and explain that my own natural expressions aren't the only ones I am looking for. I also quite enjoy other people's... in this case, seeing you all flustered is quite pleasing to the eye, Reiji-san!~" she chimed as if she couldn't be happier. "I believe they would call me a sadist, I am not violent but this kind of torture amuses me~" she explained as if it was a perfectly normal kink to have. That ten minutes might have been ticking away, but that wouldn't stop Sakura from watching this man be ever so slightly distressed. All she'd done was send him a few lewd pictures but his reaction made any potential effort worth while. He was definitely proving himself to be quite worth the efforts she was putting in, and it naturally made her want to do more... 'Sou ka, I wonder if I should worry when it isn't my natural inclination to want to do more. I should ask someone about that...' she thought absently.
Meanwhile in the street of a former redlight district, a young pink haired woman was standing and discussing her own prices with a potential patron. Normally when guys walked up to her, something about her apathy and visage gave them the impression that she enjoyed torturing them. She did to a certain extent and many of her nights and days were spent, berating semi-rich business men, stepping on sniveling salarymen and serving drinks to 'all arounds' on me types. Here and now she was being confronted by something a bit different. Still this green haired man's face and motivations were hard to read... it was unusual for her to not completely understand what a man was looking for from her when she was stopped by them. "You might? That's usually the kind of thing people want from me..." she explained seeming to be looking around his face for some sort of guidance that was missing from his voice. But no, instead it would be her voice shifting. Her brows drawing together immediately as a number she could have sworn was wrong fell from his mouth. 8 million? He was buying her out for the equivalent of 72 hours or... some very weird sexual activity. Even so, not many would be willing to spend that kind of money on a prostitute and this man was simply beckoning her along. Still, she had become good enough at reading people to not think he was lying about that offering price, only withholding some of his intentions. "Either I am about to make enough to get out of here, or I'm going to die..." ah, but she never said she wouldn't do it. No. She simply found herself strutting along that red thong she wore riding quite high on her hips.