The Bewitching Bad Girl

The money-loving, wicked woman protested awkwardly, “You want an unmarried young woman like me to lift your clothes and apply medicine? Isn't that a little inappropriate?” The injured man, who couldn't stand women, impatiently retorted, “So what do you want?” “More money! At least a thousand...” “Deal.” “I wasn't finished. A thousand gold coins, with gold as the currency.” Though the stone-faced man had no idea what a currency unit was, he gritted his teeth and accepted the extortion. “Fine!”