I make my way through the buzzing crowd of men. I scan their faces for any signs of weakness or vulnerability. My eyes land on a man who looks drunk and lost — a perfect target for someone like me.
I approach him, putting on my best seductive smile and gently touching his arm. "Would you like some company tonight, sire?" I ask, my voice laced with fake innocence.
The man's face lights up as he eagerly nods and hands me a handful of coins. As we walk towards a darker corner, I can feel the familiar rush of desperation coursing through my veins.
We turn the alley, laying my eyes on the familiar dark corner where I beat up and steal from potential customers.
"This place is cheaper," I whisper to the drunk man.
I push him gently against the wall and run my fingers across his chest seductively. "What kind of service do you require?"
"Anything," he responds. "As long as you will prostrate yourself before me."
