Buy the cashier

"So, what's your price? For most men, I mean," you ask.

"Oh, I'm not for sale," the cashier replies, intending to clear up any confusion. Being fairly attractive and well developed, a horn-dog of a student hitting on her must be nearly a daily event. She might not be a university student, but she has standards which don't include frat bros.

"Are you sure? I mean, you've had boyfriends before, right?"

"Yeah, and? I can help you over here," the cashier says as she moves on to help the next customer, a skinny young woman with a pink streak in her long black hair.

"Yeah, I bet you guys even went on a fancy trip eventually, where he spent a good amount of money on a nice place, dinner, some entertainment and so on? I bet he even got a little lucky on that trip, right?"

The new customer rolls her eyes with the cashier, "Geez, I read about people like you in my gender studies class. Ones that are misogynists and hate women. You literately think we're property, don't you? Just because you've bought us dinner, you think we're fucking you? Buying a nice dinner might increase your chances, sure, but a woman has the right to say no... And NO MEANS NO!"

"So the more one spends on you, the greater the chances, right? So I could spend, say, a million bucks and my chances would be FANTASTIC. Almost 100%, I bet. Here's the thing. I don't have to pay for anything. So I could pay zero for the same 100% chance," you counter with a smirk.

"Yeah, well uhh, okayyy... I didn't realize you were that guy," the other customer says, her glare softening just a bit. She's still not your biggest fan, but she's not outright offended. "I heard there was someone who didn't have to pay for anything, but I figured it'd be someone a little more... I dunno. I bet you just grabbed that sandwhich for free too, huh? Cheapskate," she mutters, turning to walk away.

"Hey, so since we established that you're both for sale under the right circumstances and everything is free for me..."