Not too easily, that's for sure

The ice cream stall you approach is staffed by a young man, which on one hand is an encouraging sign in the terms of likelihood of getting him to do something with the assets you have left to you, but on the other feels like the most humiliating possibility of all. You make yourself approach the stand without covering or otherwise acting like something is off, but unfortunately you have not really came up with a better plan by the time you approach the surprisingly queue-free mini-tent than to simply begin by saying hi and immediately asking if you could ask for a favour... But the young man interrupts you almost immediately.

"I think I can save you the rest", he says. "Your Dom or Domme gave you no money and sent you to get ice cream and you can only pay with what you've got and you hope I'll want to fuck you or maybe just have a tit squeeze and call it even. Well...", he continues after you nod in embarrassment, "... contrary to what you might think, having an income is more important for me than a go with your ass. I get those dozens of these offers per day, women and men. I got this great tit job not half an hour ago and sucked off in the morning. So... the favour you're thinking about won't work, I need money, not ass."

The shame of being so obviously eager to offer sex for ice cream is tempered by a weird sense of relief. Now that you know without money you will not get anything, you do not need to subject yourself to any further humiliation and you can simply accept the punishment. It won't be nice, but at least you do not have to put any further effort into it yourself. A moment later, however, your problem-solving brain kicks into action. If there were indeed dozens trying and all but a couple get rejected... There should be a lot more punishment going on than there is in the vicinity. Also, it is hard to believe that an enterprising young man has not found a way to turn the many **** to avoid punishment submissive into the cash he apparently wants.

"So what can I do if you're not after sex then?", you ask, dropping the submissive pleading tone. "Pretty sure you've found a way to make it work". He grins widely in response. "I have, as a matter of fact. Get in." He nods at the tent behind him. You hesitate for a moment, but step around the stand itself and inside. "What's your room number?", he asks, following you in. You tell him, looking around... And the purpose of the set-up kicks in.