The Obsession of the Enthusiast

It's Not That Easy

Gosh

Super duper is boring. Fortunately no one knew him, he could enjoy a sweet drink with alcohol in the corner of the room near the sound system.

Held in a ballroom, with sparkling lights and speeches from shareholders whose duration is long, seemed willing to step up.

Uh, don't die either.

Some people smiled at her, as it captivated her beauty, especially her defiant cleavage.

Wana introduced herself as the son of an investor by invitation because her parents could not attend.

After that he said goodbye and fled to the other corner to be asked strange things.

Moreover, during the speech, he repeatedly held me back because he did not understand at all.

They mention trading languages that are like the languages of other countries.

What is IPO? Top Auto Reject? Fluctuative?

"Bagger? Bag Carrier?!" unconscious Wana muttered to herself.

"Bagger means hundreds of percent profit,"

A deep and low voice shocked Wana.

Spontaneous Wana turned her head towards the voice, to the side behind her.

The figure was wearing a black and tall suit. Hana looked up to see her face.

The long white beard and silvery hair were neatly combed back.

His face looked softly at Wana, but he looked both dismissive and curious about Wana.

Wh who? Wana saturate while frowning.

Crazy, his aura why has it turned gripping like this?! Thought Wana later.

"You're not an investor" so shoot the man.

Well, definitely not.

"I represent my parents attending this event" Wana said, smiling.

"With that fleeting knowledge, can you report back the contents of the event to your parents?"

"Now there's video technology, Om,"

"Watch the tape?"

Wana sneers.

He did not record anything because he was busy looking for Sugar Daddy.

"What's your purpose here?" The man investigated.

"Should I be thrown out? I am holding a confirmed invitation to the owner" challenged Hana.

The man tilted his head while smiling cunningly.

He observed the appearance of Wana.

Gorgeous, pretty,

Diamonds in the dark,

Body curves tease and exclusive look.

"You are better suited to being an escort than an invited guest" said the man.

Wana silence.

What is escort?

Is that a compliment or a insult?

Duh, the language is high level!

Wana seemed to think.

"Whose side are you?" ask the man.

"I'm here myself,"

"Without any knowledge?"

"I'm learning, as well as self-motivation," Wana shrugged her shoulders.

Just pede, please,

After all, they don't know each other.

Inner Wana.

But the man's gaze, pierced. Wana until stroked both arms because of goosebumps.

It was time for the host to call out a name and the man walked confidently towards the podium.

Wana.

He just spoke to the owner of a big company.

But why did his tone seem insulting to Wana yes, ugly and make the girl upset. That man shouldn't be acting like that. All guests who come to this event are prospects for the continuity of his business.

With a sigh of annoyance, Wana also retreated to walk towards the bathroom.

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Polishing lipstick once, check eyelashes, check eyeliner.

Then appearance.

Not too perfect, he must be more grooved, thinner a few more kilos, so that his chest looks soaring.

Just as she was raising her bra so that her cleavage could be more challenging, a girl went into the toilet on the phone.

"Yes, who is he? It looks rich, but I didn't know he had a wife or a belly. He said he worked at Amethys, Director of IT, he said. His name is Frans, try to find the info" muttered the girl while calling.

Wana glanced at him, curious.

Then the girl in front of him shook her hair. Fragrant fragrances like expensive perfumes directly tickle the nose of Wana. Judging from his appearance, it seemed to be younger than Wana. His posture was not very high, and his chest was not large. But the buttocks are quite prominent and his face is typical of teasers. The glare of her sharp and shiny eyes clearly illustrated that the girl in front of Wana was a professional.

"Oh, is she just getting divorced? The sip! Sengkyu infonya," and the girl hung up her phone with sparkling eyes. A cheerful smile fell on his face.

But his smile instantly disappeared when he saw Wana was observing him.

"What, Ma'am? Is something wrong?" ask her to Wana with a little sewot.

"Eh?" Wana misbehaved because of the belief, "Ng-No, no papa, just curious about the smell of your perfume,"

The girl looked at Wana from top to bottom, 2 times.

"Oh, beginners yes," his tone seemed to underestimate Wana.

Wana sneers. It seemed as if he had just been exploring this 'hunting' huh?!

"If with this appearance, too stiff, will not be anything here, Ma'am, even thought waitress," the girl shot Wana right in the heart.

"Eh? Really true?" Wana reflex stared at her appearance from top to bottom. This is the sexiest dress she has.

"Because I've got a target, so I'm happy again. I'll tell you,"

Tip 2 :

Appropriate appearance, but clearly give a code if you are looking for a kayaraya companion.

Trick :

Thierry Mugler's perfume bottle with stars. Don't look for the KW, look for the real one because the fragrance can get to the front of the lobby.

Don't wear an arm-dress.

Wear highheels of striking color. Pastel colors are only for married women.

Hair must be (required) longer than the chest.

Wear a corset so that the buttocks are more volume. If it's chest, optional. More flat is better because it is considered still a young leaf.

Wana was dumbfounded to hear the explanation of this girl in front of her. Hair extensions were immediately added to his shopping list.

"Still a lot, tempuu," hiss Wana gave up on losing.

The girl grinned happily, "Oh yes, my name is Marisa,"

"I'm Nirvana, call me Wana. We can keep it in touch,"

"Okay, what's your number?"

The road to wealth is long.

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Returning to the show, Wana observes Marisa who is smoothly approaching a man who seems to be elderly. Marisa style is not spoiled, nor pretentious, but friendly and fun.

No wonder Marisa is not too beautiful, immediately the center of attention. The way to look also directly at the target. Focus and attract.

Jesus, my science is still superficial! Wana Umbat. But he felt eager to correct the unsuitable.

Then he sat in one of the chairs at the back while snacking on chocolate cake and stared blankly at the ballroom that was displaying live performance from domestic artists.

How can I be a Sugar Baby without any sexual scenes? Just be a interlocutor, companion, hangout friend. Means must be able to take a broad view and can be invited to discuss, whatever the topic. Not just a pretty house.

If Marisa's type may be full package.

Wana doesn't want anything like that. He should be of more quality, and not sell prostitution.

"Where? Have you absorbed science to where? No mumbling?" questions came from the side.

That silver guy again! Isha! Inner Wana felt annoyed. He did not like to be humbled like the tone of the man's voice.

"Lumayan," hissed Wana jutek. He's down, he doesn't want to talk to anyone.

"Oh, this is an error" the man cheered.

"Give up," Wana left, planning to go home. "Obviously the name of the stock depends on the country's economy, so it must have a lot of money. If a mediocre economy like me is better investing in gold, safer,"

Wana walked past the man.

But his steps came to a halt as the man held his arm.

Wana frowning.

"Don't touch," Wana pulled her arm.

"Sori," the man muttered. "I thought you were a sugar baby wandering around looking for prey, like.." The man looked towards Marisa.

Yes it is, anyway. The difference is, Wana just learned.

"I went home first, too much information entered my brain, dizzy," murmured Wana.

"You got a vehicle?"

"Online taxi,"

"I just take it with me how? For an apology,"

Wana frowned suspiciously. "I don't like cars with strangers" And walked by the lobby.

While staring at the figure of Wana who came out to pitch, the man muttered,

"Online taxis are foreigners too, how are you?!"