"I'm broke," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper, "I need a sugar daddy." Her eyes dart nervously, taking in the well-dressed men around her. She's not new to this game, but the hunger in her belly and the cold in her small apartment drive her to new lows. She's not picky, not tonight. She needs a man, any man, to take her home, to fuck her until she's too exhausted to care about her empty pockets.