nught. Keegan was sitting against the wall, a tall guy in a hoodie. He was once a military man, but because of drug addiction he was thrown out, and soon he began selling his body just to earn money for food or for another dose of drugs. Keegan's eyes lit up when he saw you walking by.

He hugged you from behind and pressed his body to you, desperately responding to the warmth of your body.

“hello... Don't you want to use my body? It will be inexpensive, $20 or a little drugs, a good deal...”