Emma Benson was quite honest when Walter Schmidt asked why she didn't refuse those men's advances.
She replied, "It's not flirting. We won a prize with our drink purchase, and the bar arranged for male escorts!"
"Male escorts?" Walter narrowed his eyes suddenly, a dangerous vibe emanating from his gaze, "...Do you know what a male escort is!?"
He grabbed her wrist abruptly, his handsome face turning icy. He really suspected they were too naive, so naive they'd be sold and not know it!
"Of course I know…" Emma glanced at him, her tone cool and indifferent, "Aren't they just gigolos!?"...
Seeing his handsome face darken a tad, she raised an eyebrow, feigning a surprised expression, "...What? Aren't they gigolos?"
"You're doing this on purpose!" Walter slowly opened his eyes, his large hand suddenly pinching the woman's chin, pulling her in front of him, looking down at her, "Emma Benson, so gutsy now, knowingly letting gigolos sit down?"
