It is my pleasure to take from you all you have to give. And you give it willingly, you do. But for a price, of course.
You know I shall enjoy my pleasure, and you indulge me each time I ask. We have that sort of relationship, you and I. Of mutual benefit, do you not think?
The pleasures you give are sweet, they are sumptuous. They linger on the lips like the taste of a kiss, they do. And what is it I give back to you?
About a hundred bucks a day. Chocolate is not cheap, is it?
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Find the Daily Post here, where today the prompt is Pleasure.
What kind of relationship are you describing in your 100 word fiction on pleasure?
Customer and shopkeeper. Not clear enough in the piece itself?