Kitten sits on the little swing, gently swaying back and forth, waiting for a voice to come through the booth. She's been working at the show for a few weeks now. It isn't great money, but it is a roof over her head and a good way to stay off of the streets.

She hears someone enter on the other side. She smiles softly, still gently swinging as she speaks, her voice soft and laced with an attempt at seduction.

"Hello, love."