This is too weird. You're sure you can make things work without selling your brand new body for a few garments. You politely try to push him away, but he becomes infuriated.
"You think I'm not good enough, you whore?! Everyone of you bitches are the same!"
With an angry lash, his fist strikes at your face. It comes like a sledgehammer, his looks belying his strength. You raise your arms to shield yourself, but the man simply storms back into the house, slamming the door shut behind him. It hurts like hell, but nothing that wouldn't wear off in a few hours.
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