dirty dancing

"But! That is only if you are kind to the other workers! Cooperation is key… and you will be rewarded for good behavior, okay?" 

"Yaaaaay! I'll do my best to be nicer, for big sis Sonia and her candy!"

I am female, however, and I do not participate in the sexual interactions of the Brothel. I am merely here to prevent harassment. 

Well, I guess you and I aren't gonna get along, then! Because I'm here to harass people.

Greetings, everyone. I am Sakura Oogami, bouncer of the Brothel. I also see the boss.. To which I thank for accepting me into the job. 

So, tell me, do you sell yourself as a dude or a girl?

I think you have the wrong idea about “quality.” Last time I checked, being a snot-nosed brat wasn’t a very desirable quality in a prostitute. Then again, you probably only appeal to the guys that like “lolita” types. 

Hey, at least there is a type that I appeal to. I don't think there's any girls out there who'd go for the "grumpy little midget" type. ...Actually, maybe if you meet a female troll, you guys can married and have little angry troll babies together.

Don’t flatter yourself, retard. If I was going to buy a night with someone, it certainly wouldn’t be someone like you. 

Oh, right. For a moment there, I almost forgot you had no taste in quality. Whoops.

Now you’re jus’ bein’ needlessly cruel! I haven’t done nothin’ to deserve this kinda treatment right off the bat! An’ bein’ born ain’t an excuse either! Ya gremlin!

There's no excuse in the world good enough for how lame and wimpy you are. Sorry. Wait, no I'm not. I'm little and adorable, and you're a whiny, spineless slug. You're the one who should be sorry.

You’re a fucking prostitute! You’re the one with experience in that, not me! Tch! This is no way to treat a customer, even a browsing one, you little shit!

You're... a customer...? Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod. And you're checking me out? Gross, gross, gross. I think I'm gonna hurl. You better not make me do anything, or I'll throw up on you.

“I know your not shy like Souda-kun so you shouldn’t have any problems other than that” he said with a grin. That wasn’t suppose to sound like an insult well, in monobear’s case it wasn’t. 

"How'd that weepy dumbass even get a job here? Did he know what he was signing up for when he signed up, or was he crying too hard to read the contract?"

“…Well, I do believe I have a few treats on me. Not quite candy, but a few confectionery delights from my country. It’s not the chewy candy you’re used to… more chocolates and sugar drops, or meringue. A lot of them are dusted in sugar though… does that interest you?”  

Her stomach rumbled, and she gazed up at Sonia with big, docile puppy dog eyes, all the bark in her personality suddenly gone.

Better a short guy than a short prostitute. Although I suppose it’s easier for you to suck dick that way.

I'm assuming you know from experience, then?

Quit pickin’ on me! I haven’t done anythin’ ta deserve this kinda treatment from ya, have I? Stop bein’ a brat, y-ya lil’ monster! Or I really will start cryin’!

Aww, is wittle Souda scared of an adorable, harmless girl? I'd almost find that funny if it weren't so darn sad. And you exist, don't you? Haven't you done enough just by being born?

“In a way yes, in another way no. Most of you have a reason for being in here. Homeless or need for money, I doubt there will be any other place that allows you to earn as much money as here do”

"Hmph! I guess you're right. Monobear Onii-chan. I'll do my best to pretend not to hate everyone's guts, then." The reward and payment she would receive for the effort would be worth it, at least.

“Brussel sprouts are quite tasty if cooked properly! I don’t think the same goes for people… but if I was to cure that sick stomach of yours, perhaps sugar would be required? Eventually I plan on posing more as a sugar drop rather than a vegetable to you! Eventually. Hm… It’ll take some work… Though I do not think that Souda-san or Tanaka-san smell too off- so I wonder how the smell you speak of could have passed onto me. On top of that, I do dab a bit of perfume on… is it not strong enough?” 

The rest of Sonia's statement was completely lost on the dancer as thoughts of gummies and jelly beans and lollipops filled her mind.