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

<passage>:
"A beggar does not associate with the high priestess of Snaddra." Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way she said, "No, Skkiru, I am not joking," a tiny pang of doubt and "I am sorry, Skkiru," Bbulas intoned. "I had fancied you understood. "It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru," Larhgan put in gently, "but somersault in the air with rage. "Then why was I made a beggar and she smooth, soft, spun metal of his top underskirt. "After all," he went on speaking as he wiped, "I have to be high priest, since I organized this culture and am the only one here Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke , Skkiru said to himself. "Skkiru!" the girl exclaimed, rotating gently, for she, like her behaving in a beggarly manner!" "And I have already explained to you, Skkiru," Bbulas said, with a Skkiru, "the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have another drawing for beggar and you will be made a metal-worker." "I don't want to give my grimpatch to some nice beggar girl!" Skkiru It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the "Earth ship in view!" a squeaky voice called through the intercom. "Everybody topside and don't forget your shoes." Except the beggar. Beggars went barefoot. Beggars suffered. Bbulas had made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash. "Hurry up, Skkiru." pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his "Hurry up, Skkiru," Bbulas said. "They mustn't suspect the existence of "For my part, I wish we'd never started," Skkiru grumbled. "What was influence was corrupting her, Skkiru thought mournfully. She had been "We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru," she told him, with a beg Skkiru," she said brokenly. "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," chanted Skkiru the beggar. His teeth chattered as he spoke, for the rags he wore had been custom-weatherbeaten for him by the planet's best tailor—now a pariah, of course, because Snadd tailors were, naturally, metal-workers—and self-levitation were on the prohibited list as being insufficiently primitive. The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter season. Skkiru's feet were soaked with mud not that the light sandals worn by the members of the procession appeared to be doing them much good, either. It gave him a kind of melancholy pleasure to see that the As the mud clutched his toes, Skkiru remembered an idea he had once gotten from an old sporting fictape of Terrestrial origin and had always planned to experiment with, but had never gotten around to—the weather had always been so weathery, there were so many other more comfortable sports, Larhgan had wanted him to spend more of his leisure hours with her, and so on. However, he still had the equipment, which he'd salvaged from a wrecked air-car, in his apartment—and it was the Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in his toe, because what could be more primitive than any form of land transport? And even though it took time to get the things, they worked so well that, in spite of the procession's head start, he was at the entirely different from the foppish monsters Skkiru had somehow third language on most of the outer planets. "A beggar. Haven't seen ! Skkiru thought, with a mental sniff. Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of , Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this "How should I know?" Raoul shrugged. "Empathize. Get in there, old chap, and start batting." "Why not give him a bar of chocolate, then?" Raoul suggested grumpily. Skkiru accepted the candy with suitable—and entirely genuine—murmurs Skkiru ate the candy then and there. Chocolate increased the body's dwindling rapidly. Still, Skkiru thought, as he moodily munched on the to descend to a subterfuge like this for nothing more than survival. Being a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small, momentary advantages over those who had been alloted higher ranks. For one thing, it was quite in character for him to tread curiously upon the strangers' heels all the way to the temple—a ramshackle affair, but then it had been run up in only three days—where the Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he wasn't a pariah like the unfortunate metal-workers who had to stand thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since Skkiru swallowed the last of the chocolate and regarded the "high wind and rain whipped through his scanty coverings, he remembered the snug underskirts Bbulas was wearing beneath his warm gown. They were metal, but they were solid. All the garments visible or potentially visible were of woven metal, because, although there was cloth on the Skkiru had seen her in her priestly apparel before, it had not made rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf , Skkiru said to himself. Ha, ha, ha! "But why is it," Raoul whispered in Terran as he glanced around out of the corners of his eyes, "that only the beggar wears mudshoes?" "Shhh," Cyril hissed back. "We'll find out later, when we've established rapport. Don't be so impatient!" Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However, around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg? away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been accustomed to see basking in the bosom of luxury. Unfortunately, the fees that he'd received in the past had not enabled him both to live well and to save, and now that his fortunes had been so drastically reduced, he seemed in a fair way of starving to death. he could not expect Skkiru's for his planet in many ways—but wantonly starving to death as the result of a primitive affectation was hardly one of them. All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off from a rare tape-and-book dealer on Gambrell, for, Skkiru thought, far It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had sense of proportion, adaptiveness and charm—and there, Skkiru felt, It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the status of beggar where beggarhood could be a rewarding and even responsible station in should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy "Skkiru!" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were out of ear- and eye-shot "Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?" Skkiru protruded all of his eyes in innocent surprise. "Just some old pontoons I took from a wrecked air-car once. I have a habit of

<question>:
What advantage did Skkiru find to being a beggar?

<options>:
A The humans gave him money
B He could get close to the humans
C He could get away from Larhgan
D He didn't need shoes

<answer>:

B