There must be an explanation for all of this

"You can leave now. I will take care of the furniture", she dismisses you, standing on her feet. Your head is still swirling, but you can process the information well enough to understand that she has used you for having sex, as you were a male escort. "Wait a moment…", you say, scrambling to your feet, "I want to stay here and help you...what does it mean that I have to leave? Listen, I know that you are upset but…", "Oh sweety", she replies bitterly, attending to the furniture and keeping her eyes down, "We are not dating. I know that you thought that but, in reality, it was all about sex. Don't worry, I'm not upset at all. What has happened tonight...well I would define it almost ordinary. Everything is fine. Now, if you excuse me, I have to clean this mess up, then call my mom and go out with my girlfriend". You look angrily at her "Your girlfriend? Really?". She gets up her beautiful face, fetching a t-shirt and putting it on. "Yes, sweety. My girlfriend. Thank you for your cock by the way. I have enjoyed it". The blood in your veins goes up; you are enranged. "You have used me, daughter of a bitch…", you tell, waving your hand ominously toward her face. She smiles at you defiant "What an adorable insult!".