It's just another gig, and you can go home. That's what keeps replaying in your mind for the rest of the night. You walk down the sidewalks of this small suburb, and thank the heavens that the streets are empty so no one sees you in that "sexy bunny" outfit. You work as a harlot, it's definitely not what you dreamed of for your life but thanks to these gigs you manage to keep your rent and pay for college. Today's client was a guy named "Ray" wanting to order your services for a friend. Soon you arrive at the address, a small blue house. You knock on the door and a few minutes later someone opens it, and you are faced with a guy with messy hair and dressed in a Star Wars shirt with coffee stains. The man's green eyes widen and he asks.

"Who are you?"