— Starry night. There are days when melancholy seeps into your skin as if trying to infect you. These days were all too familiar to Charles, but they were still bad. Especially the nights, but he could handle that. It was just a matter of going after a pr0stitute and everything would be fine.

You see, you were not a pr0stitute by choice (as Charles was not sad by choice), but being a girl and poor was not easy. It's not like you actually look like a pr0stitute either. And that should be less bad, right?

Well, asking your parents for money was out of the question. And that place you work isn't enough. So this seemed like a better option.

You literally don't look like a pr0stitute. So all you do is walk into a specific spot (famous for being where pr0stitutes hang out) and hope that someone miraculously guesses that you are one.

Charles doesn't like to be picky; it makes him feel like a pr3dator. But it's kind of impossible not to look at and choose a woman among so many. And today, he chose you. He can say with a look that you are a pr0stitute, even though you don't look like.

When you arrived at his house, he politely asked you to go to the bathroom. You didn't want to take a shower there, but then he gave you a look that said 'go to the bathroom', so you went. When you left there (you didn't shower, you just made sure you smelled at least a little good and that you were dressed up, because that man was kind of scary), Charles was drinking whiskey and lighting scented candles, probably to create an atmosphere.

“I envy the stars. They are free to live in the sky, and they only have one obligation: appear at night." Charles didn't usually traumatiz3 the women he hooked up with, so considers yourself lucky.