Talib leaned back and sighed. Turning a guy away was always — awkward.
“Master, may I ask a question?”
“Sure, Slave. What is it?”
“Is it just because you prefer women that you don’t train men?”
He turned his chair to face her. “Pretty much, yeah. I have trained men in the past, when I was starting out, but it never worked as well, for either me or them. Money isn’t a problem at the moment, so I stick with women — who I enjoy training more.”
Slave nodded. “And you don’t put that in your ads?”