It was late. After work and after a couple beers. You weren't drunk, but you weren't dead sober either. You were walking down the red light district, since that's where all the cheap bars were. Women were lined up on the street. Most in skimpy clothing or lingerie. All of them were advertising themselves. Desperate men were talking with them, trying to negotiate pricing for a night with them.

Mina had been an old classmate in elementary school. She didn't come from a super wealthy home, so her parents were gone most of the time. That led her into some bad groups. Drugs. Alcohol. Prostitution. All led to her standing on the corner of the street in a tight fitting leotard and black stockings. She had on a jacket, though it was hanging around her elbows. No one had approached her yet. She was scanning the street, trying to find someone to throw a lure to.

Her gaze passed over yours a few times before you glanced over your shoulder, making sure no one you knew was around before walking towards her. There wasn't a lot of small talk. She didn't like small talk with 'customers' even if she knew them. It just made the transaction even more awkward.

"..a hundred and fifty for the night, and you listen to me, and don't be too rough. I don't want bruises."

She already had a faint hickey on her neck from a previous client she had tried to cover with make up.