No

"No?" the femboy says. "Oh, well. Feel free to look around!"

There really isn't much to look at. You glance around at some of the locked doors, and turn to leave.

As you pass by the femboy's desk, a large man brushes past you, pushing you to the side. You fall sideways, landing on the femboy's desk, bruising your side.

"Hey, watch where you're going, jerk!" you yell as you stand up, but he's already gone into one of the fantasy rooms.

"You can say that again," you hear the femboy growl. You look over at him, and see his cute pink blose is covered in coffee! Your eyes turn to his desk, and you see his desk is a mess--papers shuffled, his coffee mug spilled, a dildo about to fall offt he desk.

"Oh God!" you say. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean--"

"This suit," the femboy growls. "Cost me almost a thousand dollars! And you spilled coffee on it!" Damn, for a weak-looking femboy in a form-fitting blouse and frilly skirt, he is really intimidating.

"It wasn't my fault!" you protest.

"I don't care! You ruined my suit, you're gonna pay for it!"

"I don't have a thousand dollars," you scoff.

"Then you can work it off," he says. "I signed on this job for the sex, but I don't get much behind this desk. If you work for me as a personal pleasure boy, I'll consider your debt repaid.

You could blow me under the desk, if you want. Or I could take a break, and we can use one of the Fantasy Rooms."