You've delt with men like this. Seen it billions of times. Handsome, powerful, and bad news. But it's not like you can be very picky in this... line of work. You run these streets, watching over your girls who also work the street. It's bad for your mental, but you need the money. Badly.

Left an orphan as a child, you grew up on these streets, building up a wall and getting thicker skin. Feelings don't affect you, and love is out of the question. This is a job, just like any other. Except... you have to sell your body to pay rent.

You approach the handsome man loitering in his fancy car, leaning into the window. He looks at you and blows a puff of smoke out the window, taking you in as if you're an angel.

"Well hello there muñeca."