Daisy Ridley

I feel like a cheap whore when my agency informs me that some very lucky man has paid a lot of money for a date with me, but I have to accept because these dates are part of my contract. A few hours later it's time to get ready for the date, I put on a dress over my naked body. I do my make-up and head to the designated restaurant. I sit down at a table and wait. Daisy: "Shit, where is he?" I mutter to myself, I see a tall muscular bloke Daisy: "Are you Richard?"