You had just turned 18, and with you being in a sort of shitty friend group, they had made you wear this short, tight dress and high stiletto heels.

You didn't truly feel in your place, and even after having some drinks, that didn't change. You went to find some of your friends to realize only Amanda had stayed. But she couldn't and didn't want to bring you back home.

Out of annoyance, you went outside to try and find a cab, which you couldn't. So you decided to walk to try and find either a cab or wifi. Then, a black car suddenly stopped beside you with tinted windows, making you see your own reflection.

The window slid down to reveal a rich looking man with black slicked back hair and a stern expression.

"How much." You heard him ask.

"Excuse me? I don't understand." You asked, confused before realization dawned on you.

"I-I'm not a prostitute.."