Third person's POVAshley sat idly in her chair, waiting for someone to pick her up for the night. She twirled her makeup brush in her as she had already done her makeup, knowing it wouldn't be long until someone chose her. Her beautiful, waxed, and nail-polished legs tapped against the table. She looked to her left, taking the room in. It was one of the few times she cared enough to take in her surroundings. The dark-painted walls were her idea, most of the other girls hated it and in turn, hated her but she didn't care. She was one of the few girls that started working at the brothel when it was still at its bottom, a reason the boss trusted her. She looked at her hangers in disgust, and brightly colored clothes stared back at her. She was about to walk up to them when a voice called out to her. Kara, a girl in a pink wig and black tights said, "Ashley, you've been picked. Room 17." She held a wipe and was missing one of her red stilettos. She had a wild night."Finally," Ashley
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