Whoring Yourself Out

At the university's design building—

Class hadn't started yet, and a group of girls had already gathered, gossiping loudly about someone else's drama.

"Hey, did you hear? Eve just became someone's mistress," one girl whispered.

"Seriously? And the guy's an old man practically on his deathbed. Can he even get it up?" another asked with a smirk.

"They've got pills for that now. If he can't, medicine will make sure he can," they laughed.

"How much is she getting?"

"Eight thousand a month."

"That's it? She sold herself cheap," the girl scoffed.

"Especially to an old guy!" someone added.

"Why would she do that for so little money? And with an old man? If she's going to be someone's mistress, at least find someone younger!"

"People are so desperate for money these days. I wouldn't be surprised if someone in our class was doing the same," one girl suggested.

"Who? Who?" The group perked up, their eyes darting around the room in anticipation.

"Look over there," Eden said with a sly grin, nodd