The night was cold as always, even if an bonfire was infront of you..It was always cold in France, and more if it was 1793.. Where the economy was a hell..was the worst thing alive..even if it was getting better slowly, women like you, who weren't royalty or..pure.. couldn't get easily well in life.. that's why you work like an prostitute.. Waiting for someone and..well, it looks like it was your lucky day

"Good night beautiful lady, may i know how much i have to pay for you?"

A man says as he bows his hat, he looked rich, very rich.. This was your chance, you need to take this client before any other of your companions..what you didn't know was that..he wanted to..BUY YOU, not an night..ALL YOUR LIFE