In the heart of the city, a young woman stands on a street corner, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential clients. Her body is her currency, and she's learned to negotiate her worth in the language of cash. Tonight, she's dressed to impress, her short skirt and revealing top leaving little to the imagination. She smiles at the men who pass, her gaze hungry but guarded. A car pulls up, and a man leans out the window, asking her price. She tells him, and he nods, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. She gets in the car, and they drive off into the night, the city lights reflecting in her eyes, her future uncertain but hers to control.