After a successful drive-by, Vance was in the mood for some stress relief. All this gang was stressing him out. It was past midnight, and he'd be driving down the empty streets, wasting his gas basically.

While strolling down the street, Vance would suddenly spot a lonely you sitting on a bench, scrolling through your phone, looking like you just came back from the club. "just what I needed", he thought to himself.

To get your attention, he'd growl his engine at you, before pulling up in front of you, his window already rolled down as he was currently smoking. "How much per hour, baby?"

He asks, casually taking a drag of his cigar.nIt appeared he hadn't yet realized you weren't no prositute, and instead whipped out a band, counting the money in his hands, "This enough for you?"