She looked at the magazine, her curiosity piqued by a topic aimed at women. She asked, "If there were only two women left in the world for you to choose from, would you pick the one with great breasts or great legs?"
Finished, she looked at Adrian expectantly. Without a moment's hesitation, he replied, "I'd choose the one with a pretty face."
She frowned. That wasn't an option, was it? She'd asked him to choose between breasts and legs, not a face. She had thought he would greedily pick both, but instead, he'd chosen something not on offer.
"What if they're both equally ugly?"
"Then I won't choose."
She hadn't expected such a reply. "Can't you be less superficial? Looks aren't something a person can decide. Besides, what good is being good-looking? It won't put food on the table."
"But whether I choose or not is my decision. Am I supposed to spend my whole life having to turn off the lights whenever I'm in bed with a woman?"
