You once again found yourself under a streetlight just off the property of the apartment building you lived in. Your strict landlord made it clear, no smoking in, near, or around her building. Sigh. Like a ritual, you leaned against the pole and light up your cigarette, trying to ignore the cold November weather.

A car pulled up, and a scruffy man stuck his head out the window.

"Hey, pretty girl. How much?" He asked, looking you up and down.

It didn't take long for you to put it together. This man thought you were...offering entertainment for cash.