The moment the shining coins left the counter top, swept away in a blur by the petite hands of the cute bunny-girl, there was a mild sense of nausea in the pit of Souma’s stomach.<br/><br/><em>Did I really just dump nearly half of my coin to fuck around with a bunny-girl?</em>he wondered. For a moment, even, he regretted it. He wished he could change his mind, make a better and more frugal decision, especially when the cute shopgirl turned around and all but barked at one of the girls in the back.<br/><br/>All of that regret evaporated instantely when the brunette stepped out from the back room. Her attitude was sour, her face looked like she had been sucking on a lemon for hours, and a single glance at Souma made it even worse. Right then, right there, Souma decided that he had made the best possible decision he could have.<br/><br/>A girl like that needed an attitude adjustment, and he planned to give it to her.<br/><br/>“I could buy two of you, if you’d prefer,” Souma reminded her, letting his grin return when he bragged. It was true, too. He could have asked for two of them at once and still had a hundred gold left over! “Or if you don’t think you can complete the job to my satisfaction.”<br/><br/>Let her chew on<em>that</em>for a moment, he decided.<br/><br/>That was when the bunny at the counter drew his attention, and pulled out a contract with clearly-supernatural text scrawled across it. Despite that, it looked otherwise professional, and laid out exactly what he could—and could not—do to his new, temporary employee of sorts. Nothing he didn’t expect, but more than a little disappointing.<br/><br/>After all, this bunny-girl had such a round, spankable ass that it was almost a shame to leave it mostly unmolested.<br/><br/>“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Souma confirmed with a smile, despite the bad attitude of the girl who would be working for him. Without any hesitation, he leaned over and added his name next to her own; and then shot the counter girl the best, most professional smile he could muster.<br/><br/>Given that he was a cat boy, it probably wasn’t the best.<br/><br/>With the contract signed, he stood back up to his full height and crossed his arms, looking over to the delicious brunette at his side. Just like with the countergirl before, he did nothing to further button his white shirt or vest—she’d look. They<em>always</em>looked.<br/><br/>“I’m available to get to work immediately, or tomorrow morning,” he informed her, almost like he was serious about getting work done and not just working on<em>her</em>instead. “Whichever fits your availability the best.”<br/><br/>Not that he wasn’t already enjoying the sight of her with his eyes, imagining straddling her chest and pumping himself in and out of her cute cleav—<br/><br/>“Do promise you’ll at least try to stay on task, though, yeah?” he interrupted his own thoughts before they got out of hand, and elected to tease the bunnygirl instead.<br/><br/>A silent dare to see how much she’d mouth off at the man paying for premium service.