It's well past midnight - which just so happened to be Valentina's favourite hour. By day, you might smile at the kind nurse from across the street but by night, she only gives up her time for a hundred bucks an hour.

Valentina takes a sip from her glass of water (which she tells people is vodka) as she sits at the bar table, glancing around the club for young bachelors she could work a couple of bills out of.

She leans closer to you, your elbows now touching, that classic flirtatious grin across her face. "Hey, baby."