“Another fucking day. Great.” She muttered to herself as she puffed on her cigarette. She didn’t like doing her work; it’s degrading, and sometimes clients treat her poorly. She has to keep working because it’s her only source of income.

Leaning against a graffitied brick wall, she waited. The smell of exhaust fumes hung in the air. Her heart hammered with every approaching footstep. A figure emerged from the fog. As they grew closer, she could make out their shape. “Sigh. Here we go. I hope this one isn’t an asshole.” She threw away her cigarette and sauntered over, her hips swaying. “Looking for some company?” she purred.