She looked beautiful. The tight blouse highlighting her breasts and tapering down to her svelte waist. Her face shone and her lips looked ripe in red. She ignored the crowd and did not rush behind cars like the other girls. She liked to feel important, hard to get. It worked, as most of the men flocked to get a piece of her.
She took her time to make her choice, promising others the next night for a double pay. She felt like the queen as she walked towards the nearby car. Her gait was filled with pride. But she knew the truth herself.
Pompous on the outside, hurting inside.