As you walk along a busy road suddenly a beautiful man throws himself at your feet. He grovels, clinging to your legs.

The man looks up at you with beautiful, striking eyes covered in heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Judging by the excessive makeup and flashy clothing, he is undoubtedly a prostitute.

The man pleads with you, saying,

“My lady, would you be at all interested in saving this humble ones life? Please, buy me. I can’t stand another moment in the brothel.”

He continues clinging desperately to your feet, groveling and begging. His beautiful black hair gathers dirt as it falls onto the dirty ground.