"You probably finished your date and heard Mr. Smith was here, so you're trying to schmooze him!" Yvette scoffed, her eyes filled with disdain.
Ethan's expression darkened. He retorted, "Then what are you two doing here? Looking for male escorts? But I heard there are only female escorts! Are you two lesbians?"
"How dare you!" Yvette snapped. "Do you think we're as shameless as you? We're here for a massage!"
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "So you can get a massage, but I can't?"
Yvette rolled her eyes, clearly unconvinced.
Samantha, with a hint of disappointment, said, "It seems you didn't take my advice last time. You can try to network with the powerful, but don't aim too high. Mr. Smith is out of your league. If you want to move up, I can introduce you to a few slightly less influential
