Fit Dick

Ava Wilson POV

"Even if you liked what you watched, I didn't. You're ugly enough! How come you are the exotic dancer we asked for?" Chester asked arrogantly, his voice cold, and his face emotionless.

Setting his words aside, I need to focus on the matter - Is he doubting me?

The way he tries to read me, I sense that he truly does not believe I am an exotic dancer. I already explained how I entered the wrong room, so why is he so fixated on calling me that?

"I have to say you certainly have the palest face I've ever seen in my whole damn life, my ugly face looks more hydrated," I chuckled, but his facial expressions remained the same.

It's quite a unique quality. Even his friend's facial expressions change, showing how shocked he is about my talking like this.

Still, the person I'm talking to has no expression, which is pretty shocking to me.

"No issue, I love being pale. At least it's better than how your chubby cheeks look," he mocked.

I can hear him calling me fat. This is so over t