In the faintly lit room, I watched as this prostitute's chest rose and fell in the aftermath of our intimacy. I smirked, satisfied with my success, my heart devoid of empathy as I dressed. I could feel her emotions pulling at me, but I brushed them off, slipping into my dress. She parted her lips to speak, but I silenced her with a dismissive wave.

"Remember. No strings attached."

I turned away and leaves her behind. Her emotions scattered just like the clothes on the floor.