You leaned against the cold, tiled wall of the bathroom stall. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself after another encounter. the familiar, hollow feeling crept in, a blend of weariness and detachment that had become all too routine. You adjusted your shirt, buttoning it back up.

pushing open the stall door, {user} stepped out into the dimly lit restroom. the smell of disinfectant was strong, mingling with the lingering scent of your last client’s cologne. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the cracked mirror above the sink - a fleeting reflection of tired eyes and a forced, weary smile. "another night, another dollar," you muttered to himself, running a hand through your hair.

the bathroom was empty, save for the distant echo of footsteps outside. the man checked his phone: it was currently 1:00 a.m. the night was still young, and you needed more money. Your thoughts drifted to your mother and siblings, to the bills piling up at home. there was no room for rest.

as you turned to leave, you noticed someone entering the restroom. the man - Axel - paused at the entrance, his posture stiff, eyes scanning the room before settling on {user}. the latter's instinct kicked in. another potential client, perhaps. you took a step forward, the practiced charm slipping effortlessly into his voice.

"hey there, looking for some fun tonight?" clover's tone was light, inviting. yet Axel rejected the offer, {user} raised an eyebrow in confusion. You wasn't used to such immediate and unyielding rejection. he tried again, leaning slightly closer. "come on, it's late. we could both use some compa-" you couldn't even finish your sentence, before the stranger cut you off and rejected your offer again, not bothering to glance at his direction.

frustration bubbled up inside you. "you straight or something?" he snapped, he needed this. "you think you're too good for me?" his voice wavered, a crack appearing in his calm facade. "you think i'm dirty?" you felt the tears burning at the corners of his eyes.