Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
THE GIRL IN HIS MIND By ROBERT F. YOUNG Every man's mind is a universe with countless places in which he can hide—even from himself! The dance that the chocoletto girl was performing was an expurgated version of the kylee sex ritual which the Louave maidens of Dubhe 7 practiced on the eve of their betrothal. Expurgated or not, however, it was still on the lascivious side. The G-string that constituted the chocoletto girl's entire costume put her but one degree above the nakedness which the original dance demanded. Nathan Blake's voice was slightly thick when he summoned the waiter who was hovering in the shadows at the back of the room. "Is she free?" he asked. "I do not know, mensakin. Perhaps." Blake resumed watching. The girl's movements were a delicate blend of love and lust. Her face accompanied her body, eyes half-lidded one moment to match the languid motion of her limbs, wide and feral the next to match the furious bump and grind of her hips. For a chocoletto lived up to it completely. She was beautiful too. Her high-cheekboned face was striking—the eyes dark-brown and wide-apart, the mouth sensuous, the teeth showing in a vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her. He beckoned to her when the dance was over and, after slipping into a white thigh-length tunic, she joined him at his table. She ordered Martian wine in a liquid voice, and sipped it with a finesse that belied her cannibalistic forebears. "You wish a night?" she asked. Blake nodded. "If you are free." on the outside, and gave a false impression of poverty. He expected to find the usual hanger-on waiting in the anteroom, and looked forward to booting him out into the alley. Instead he found a young girl— A human girl. He paused in the doorway. The girl was sitting cross-legged on a small Anabasis . Her hair made him think of the copper-colored sunrises of Norma 9 and her eyes reminded wait for Eldoria?" she asked. with the rest of their possessions. Eldoria bought me." Five years as a roving psycheye had hardened Blake to commercial colonization practices She got up, parted the arras, and slipped into the next room. Shame flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving then he remembered Eldoria's dance, and he went right on sitting where he was. Presently the girl returned, and not long afterward the cloying scent cushions. Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her white street robe, his eyes moving back and forth from her smooth dark skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him. She noticed the back-and-forth movement of his eyes. "You need not fear the little one," she said, laying her hand upon his knee. "She will not enter." her forehead and lay like a lovely flower upon the virginal whiteness of her skin. There was something saintly about her quiet face. When he reached the alley he began to run, and he did not stop running till the chocoletto sector was far behind him. Ever since he had first set foot into his mind, some ten hours ago, they had been on his trail, but for some reason he had been unable to bring himself to go back and find out who they were and what they Sabrina York did not even know the rudiments of the art of throwing off a mind-tracker. It would have done her but little good if she had, for twelve years as a psycheye had taught Blake all the tricks. Probably she had taken it for granted that the mere act of hiding out in her tracker's mind was in itself a sufficient guarantee of her safety. After all, she had no way of knowing that he had discovered her presence. preparing a meal she had served twenty-three years ago. He regarded her with moist eyes. She had died a dozen years before his father, but the wound that her death had caused had never healed. He wanted to go up but he knew it would do no good. For her he had no reality, not only because he was far in her future, but because in his mind-world she was a mortal and he, a god—a picayune god, perhaps, but a real one. close enough for him to be able to see that two of them were wearing dresses and that the third had on a blue skirt and blouse, and a kepi to match. He gasped. It simply hadn't occurred to him that his pursuers might be women. To his consternation he discovered that he was even more loath to go back and accost them than he had been before. He tightened his throat when he looked at Deirdre's delicate profile and copper-colored hair, intensified when he lowered his eyes to the remembered blueness of her graduation dress. The diamond brooch that he had given her as a graduation present, and which she had proudly pinned upon her bodice for the whole wide world to see, made him want to cry. His self-image of two weeks ago shocked him. There were lines on "I'm thirty-eight," Blake Past said, "and while I may not be your father, I'm certainly old enough to be. That young man—" A pink flush of anger climbed into Deirdre Eldoria's girlish cheeks. "What right has buying you after Eldoria died. I only did it to ease my conscience—" His first reaction when he faced them was amazement. His next reaction was shock. His third was fear. His amazement resulted from recognition. One of the three women arrayed blond and chic Vera Velvetskin, whose picture he had seen on box after countless box of his mother's favorite detergent. much that their hatred had thinned out their faces and darkened their eyes. More shocking yet, Vera Velvetskin, who had never existed save in some copywriter's mind, hated him too. In fact, judging from the greater thinness of her face and the more pronounced darkness of her eyes, she hated him even more than Miss Stoddart and Officer Finch did. His fear resulted from the realization that his mind-world contained phenomena it had no right to contain—not if he was nearly as well-adjusted as he considered himself to be. The three women standing before him definitely were not memory-images. They were too vivid, for one thing. For another, they were aware of him. What were they, then? was hiding out in his mind. Retiring to his bachelor quarters, he had entered at the same place-time and set off in pursuit. Her only advantage lost, Sabrina York was now at his mercy. Unless she discovered his presence and was able to locate his most recently materialized place-time before he over-took her, her capture was assured. and it was unlikely that anyone save the few intimate acquaintances whom he had told about it were aware that it had ever existed. How, then, had a total stranger such as Sabrina York learned enough about it to enable her to use it as a point of entry? of Trevorism to know that people were sometimes capable of creating beings considerably higher on the scale of mind-country evolution than ordinary memory-ghosts. One woman whom he had apprehended in her the little cottage stood out in much more vivid detail than any of the other famous dwellings. Sabrina York must have been attracted to the place, for her footprints showed that she had turned in at the gate, walked up the little path and let herself in the door. reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that

<question>:
Why doesn't Blake haggle with Eldoria about the price for her services?

<options>:
A He's afraid that if he angers her, she'll revert to the cannibalism of her forebears.
B He knows she needs the money to move out of her chocoletto hut.
C He has been making a lot of money as a private pyscheye and can afford the high price.
D He has never seen anyone like her, and after seeing her dance, he believes she's worth the price.

<answer>:

D