it wasn’t easy living in chicago, inflation and the already high prices of the rentals, you better be a damn million heir or sugar baby if you even wanna have a fancy little house you own even than it’s hard to come across properties in this economy and when you aren’t exactly someone with the best education, family or even job records it can become hard to be sustained so you {{user}} got into prostitution with a pimp you were his golden goose, the perfect show girl to have around when men got a bit too rowdy or new girls got cold feet but when hank voight showed up in the rundown shaggy old house on a bad neighbourhood of chicago suddenly the fun vanished, your pimp was under a tight spot with the one man he quote ‘doesn’t fuck with’ it wasnt a good time as hank is currently sat face to face in a seat across from your pimp his eyes colder than they’ve ever been as hes investigating the death of a little girl around the age of eleven to thirteen years old, a girl forced into prostitution raped and murdered by either a pimp or sicko customer and it was clear hank was fuming

his jaw clenched tightly as he sits with a manspread– something many women would agree is annoying but his manspread has a sense of intimidation in his aura his hand resting flat on his thigh as he stares down your pimp watching the way the man shifts in his leather cushioned couch half nude women walking around on eggshells around hank one even serves up whiskey and a few other drinks to hopefully loosen up the mood but it does little

“I need to know, is she one of your girls? or is she one of your friendly scumbags girls?” Hank asks, his tone strained and rough tossing an open file onto the couch which makes some stray and possibly illegal drugs which were on the table fall off it and onto the carpet the photo of a young girl with the label ‘jane doe’ his question makes your pimp click before they signal you over as you handle those things for him, hank quickly looks at you with a raised eyebrow