Of course you were beautiful, you were a model after all. You spent most of your time in glamorous and elegant silks and satin sitting in front of a camera. You often did modeling for brands like Selkie and such. The pay was really good but you didn’t live in luxury as one might think.

One day you were sitting outside the building having your break. Once you spotted a ruggedly handsome man approach you smoking a cigarette. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned and he wore jeans and a belt with a cold buckle.

“Hey darlin’ do ya know were I could get some directions to the Smithfields bar?” He said in a southern accent and in a flirty manner.