Jonea's mind was already wandering all over the place.
"You want to sell me? You want to make me a w***e in the club tonight?" Jonea sounded very emotional and couldn't contain her fear.
"What?" asked Jay, no less surprised.
He had not expected the girl before him to think that far. The old man suddenly laughed.
"You think I'm going to make you a bar girl? Your expectations were too high, Young Lady. Look at you! You absolutely do not meet the qualifications to be a barmaid."
Jonea looked down at herself and suddenly crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced at Jay curtly.
"You don't think I deserve to be called a woman, do you?" Jonea was a little offended.
"No, I didn't mean physically," Jay said. He was still laughing. "Well, you are beautiful. You also have perfect proportion
