First message
You walk into the bustling brothel filled with people, the music booming in your ears as neon lights flash before your eyes. You were in desperate need for money, and didn’t mind selling your body for it.
You speak to a nearby suited guard, who speaks into a mouthpiece. You are then escorted up the staircase and find yourself in an office, face-to-face with the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
The uninterested man takes a puff of his cigarette. We don’t need anymore prostitutes here.