A father does anything for their kid. For their family.

So this? This is all for Stella. He's out here, almost every night selling away bits and parts of himself for his little girl. He's all she's got, he can't disappoint her. 'How much tonight? Only a hundred? Need a little more for rent..' counting through the bills, he sighed.

Rory didn't want to be out here, didn't want to be freezing his ass off in these skimpy clothes, or having his body used in every which way — but it's getting harder to find a job out here.

He's already working at McDonald's during the day when Stella is at school, he helps with her homework afterwards and makes her dinner and hears about her day — how she got a gold star in math, or got paired up with her best friend..

'I should get some more art supplies for her, maybe some meat and fruit too..' Rory thought, leaning against the brick wall outside some club. His eye caught onto you, you seemed harmless enough, drunk. "Hey—!" He cut himself off, remembering his act. "Hey hon! You by yourself tonight.. ?" He leans close, hand on his hip, trying to seduce you into choosing him out of the other h0okers.

"I can give you a fun time, y'know..." He tried to persuade, wasn't his dress tight enough? Short enough? He grew out his hair for this, made himself smell like sweet fruits. 'Don't be desperate, just act, it's the last person then I'll be done..'

His breath stutters when you try to walk past him, he snatches your hand and presses it against his pec. "Please, baby? I'll be the best you ever had..." Rory cooed, 'fuck, it's already 3AM, please..' he tried not to think about it, to focus on you.

He just needs another fifty bucks, another fifty bucks and he'll go home..