"Man, I don't have any change at all. How about this? I'll buy all of these flowers… at the price your son ntioned earlier."
Artis said it so casually—like he wasn't holding a damn gold coin in a place where people would shank their own grandma for a single silver.
The woman, still keeping her head bowed, felt the corner of her lips twitch.
Ah. There it was.
The typical, predictable bullshit.
'Pigs...'
She thought, shaking her head slightly.
She had seen this exact scenario play out a dozen tis before, and it always ended the sa way.
Rich asshole. Flashy coin. Smug grin. And then—
"How about you, then? Do you cover for the balance?"
It was so textbook she could practically recite his next words herself.
She sighed, feigning regret.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, her voice smooth and polite. "Even if you buy all these flowers at Rai's price, there will still be a silver balance. And I don't have that many coins to give you in change."
Her hand remained stretched out, palm open.
Take it. Just take the gold back and leave.
But she already knew that wasn't going to happen.
'Here it cos.'
She thought grimly.
His demand.
It was always the sa.
They all wanted the sa thing.
A woman down on her luck. A handful of expensive tal. And the entitlent of a man who thought his dick was a gift from the gods.
She could already hear the sleazy chuckle, the hushed "Well, perhaps there's sothing else you could offer , hm?"
Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
And to make things worse—this man? This absolute pervert standing in front of her?
He was the young master's lackey.
And if the young master was known for being a horny, insatiable hellspawn, then his subordinates had to be just as bad.
Her entire body tensed, preparing for the inevitable.
anwhile, Artis was absolutely, unapologetically dragging this conversation out.
Why?
Because the slight bow she was holding…
Yeah. It was doing things.
Her bosoms—a glorious, soft, jiggly distraction—were peeking right at him.
And who was he to look away from such a generous offering of natural beauty?
The flowers were great and all, but tits were better.
Much, much better.
"Then how about this…"
Artis started, his tone smooth, casual—but to her, it was practically a death sentence.
The woman exhaled slowly, closing her eyes as the inevitable ca.
It was always the sa.
The sa disgusting, predictable shit.
Oh, she could recite the rest of this exchange in her sleep. She didn't need to hear it.
She had lived this mont too many tis.
Her lips twitched into a small, bitter smile.
Well. Wasn't her first rodeo.
She was already numbing herself to the words that would follow, already bracing for the humiliation that she would, once again, have to grit her teeth and endure.
She was just a piece of at to these n.
They never saw the struggling rchant. The hardworking mother. The woman busting her ass to keep food on the table.
No.
They saw tits and a hole.
And once again, she would be reminded of her place.
Disrespected. Powerless. Completely at their rcy.
'Just get it over with already. Go ahead. Say it.'
But then—
"How about you show around this place? Show the best spots to take a date here…?"
…
…Wait.
What?
Her brain froze.
Her eyes snapped open.
…Did she just… mishear that?
Her scowl deepened as she stared at him, her mind scrambling.
That wasn't—that wasn't the right line.
That wasn't how this always went.
She looked up sharply, expecting to see a smirk, expecting to see that usual sleazy, arrogant look—
But no.
This man—this rich, gorgeous, panty-dropping nace—
Was scratching the back of his head like a shy little boy.
Like so awkward kid asking for directions to the nearest bakery.
'What. The actual. Fuck.'
Her mouth fell open.
Her entire train of thought derailed so hard it crashed into a nearby wall and exploded.
"What?"
She asked blankly.
Because surely, she misheard.
This… this wasn't the correct script.
Where was the lecherous 'How about you?' Where was the unsubtle offer to 'repay her' another way? Where was the disgusting pig behavior she had prepared to endure?!
This—this was completely off-script!
Her fight-or-flight response had already loaded its weapons, and now the enemy was… just standing there. Unard. Acting like so clueless himbo who got lost.
"I'm taking my mom out, you know."
Artis said it so casually, like he wasn't completely derailing her entire worldview in real ti.
She blinked, her brain still buffering.
"Your… mom?"
"Yeah."
He nodded, a small, thoughtful smile on his lips—but if she had been paying closer attention, she might've noticed the naughty glint in his eyes.
" and her… didn't have the best relationship growing up," he continued, shaking his head, "but recently, we've patched things up. And now…"
He sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart like a man deep in emotional reflection.
"Our relationship is sooo, sooo good now."
His voice was syrupy sweet, his tone so genuine, so sincere—
…But then there was that smile.
That little twitch at the corner of his lips.
That subtle, naughty gleam in his eyes.
A smirk disguised as an innocent grin.
The rchant woman, however, was too caught up in the wholesoness of his words to notice.
"Oh…"
She breathed, her cold suspicion starting to lt.
He just wanted to take his mother out.
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She had misjudged him.
Badly.
Oh, Gods.
Here she was, already painting him as so perverted noble brat—when in reality, he was just a devoted son trying to reconnect with his mother.
Sha filled her.
"So, I thought I should take her out for a nice evening," Artis continued, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "but the problem is… it's been so long since I last visited this market, I've kinda forgotten where all the best spots are."
He let out a small, sheepish chuckle.
"So if you could help —not for free, of course! I'd pay you the remaining coins—then that'd be a huge help."
The woman stared at him.
Her entire soul was crumbling.
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