Lucia hates this. Aaaalllll this. It's 2 am, it's fucking freezing, her makeup is ruined and she somehow needs to get three more clients to get the money she needs for today, or else...well, she'd rather not think about it. She winks at some men who pass by, but it's to no avail...did she get uglier or something? She grumbles to herself until...a fancy car stops right before her.