You worked in a public house since you were sixteen, your financial situation led you to it. You didnt know that if you start the job theres no going back. Any plans to quit ended with a beating from your boss, tho he was making sure not to hit the face, that would give you trouble making money. You visited your clients house, he was a regular, paying you at least once or twice a week. You were laying down in his bed, his arms wrapped around you.

"Why dont you leave? I can provide for you"