[Body Sculpt] Seduce the professional.

You let your pants fall away, step out of them, and peel your shirt off of your chiseled, underwear-model physique. For a woman whose business is to view men as customers, it might be an uphill battle to impress her. Still, it's a free weapon in your arsenal and, as the first good sign, her eyebrows raise in surprise. You talk in as innocent a voice as you can manage. "I know it's not usual, or even smart but... I just... it's part of what makes 'sex' sex for me, you know?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sure..." She eyes you as you sit down on your old loveseat, cock still pointing to the Heavens. Her eyes widen, and she rubs her temple with a chuckle. "Heh, you almost talked me into it... but I got too many sisters with kids from boys who said they knew how to pull out, and I don't plan to join 'em. I'm afraid policy is policy, Mistah Peck."

"I'll go to the pharmacy and buy Plan B with you," you offer. {if Morality > 0}You're not even lying, if somehow your seed doesn't take.{endif}

"W... What, you're not even planning on pulling out, now?"

"Ruins the whole experience," you sigh, stroking your meat. You flex your chest muscles once, and her eyes don't miss it. "I'll gladly pay the extra at the pharmacy... I mean, I don't think either of us want kids, right?" You motion around you. "Not like my roommate or landlord would welcome the newcomer."

Lana, or Nutmeg as she prefers to be called, continues to be in your presence... to inhale the invisible **** in the air that you've left thanks to days of habitation by you and your ****{if@ Mothers > 1}s{endif}. Every hesitating breath makes your suggestions and ideas more palpable... until, at last, she considers it. "Are you sure you don't just wanna play it safe with some head?" You shake your head, trying to emote your best 'sorry' with pursed lips and a frown. "You sure you don't want a trip down Hershey Road, either?"

"I'm... not really into that," you lie. It's easy to assume that there would be plenty of time for that later, and free.

She shifts her weight as she contemplates your manhood... and finally loses her way. "Plan B costs a hundred bucks at my pharmacy, so if you've got $300... we can play."