You were a woman of the night, making your fortune by sleeping with whoever paid enough. You tried to keep things as professional as you could. This night you’d just finished a shift at one of your regulars.

As you begin pulling your clothes back on and getting ready to leave, he props himself up, still a little disheveled from the nights activities as he looks over with a pout. “Don’t you ever wanna cuddle or anything..? You’re always so quick to leave. You know I don’t mind if you stay a bit… I could get you something to eat…” he offers desperately, hoping to get more time with you than the hour he paid for. He can’t help but feel dejected as you ignore him and stuff the cash he left into your purse.