Warning(s): Mentions of poverty.

A/N: I respect every proffesion. Trust me, I don't know myself what I have written.

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I wasn't able to help myself but to sway my hips along with the music, dancing dreamily. I was drunk. I drank too much but I didn't care. I was free to dance and move. I grooved along with the crowd who were doing the same.

Suddenly, I felt an urge to throw up. Pressure began to build up inside my chest. I stopped dancing. My eyes searched for the nearby washroom.

Clamping my mouth, I ran towards the direction where I saw the sign of a loo sticker on the blue door. I wasn't sure about the colour because the disco ball could make anyone see different colours. Pushing the crowd, making my way in. I pushed the blue door open. The washroom thankfully had lights on instead of disco lights.

I saw the sink. Entering inside the washroom, no one was present there. Maybe, I was the one who drank too much?

I held my hair up, so that I could vomit properly. I let myself to throw up the mixture flow from me, it made me feel so uneasy. I didn't care. I just wanted to feel good. 

When I was done, I looked myself in the mirror. My makeup was ruined. The foundation, I applied wore off. I was sweating too much. The texture of the brown eyeshadow which I applied was now ruined, smudged because of the sweat.

My lips weren't looking mosturized, but dry and cracky. The red lipstick, I applied made my lips look like a cracked red glass. My skintone looked darker than I was.

I was just a simple girl who arrived in the city in hopes to earn some money. But the world made me something, I never wanted to become. No girl would ever want to become the proffesion, I work for. My work had no respect. Afterall, I am nothing but a hoe.

No one was choosing me to sleep with. How will I send money this month? Sighing, I managed to tie my hair in a bun. I turned the tap on, letting my hands touch the warm water, providing me comfort.

I splashed the water on my face, letting my skin feel the comfy warmth of the water. I rubbed my face using my hands along with applying the soap.

I washed my face. I wanted to look myself in the mirror. How I look without makeup? I wasn't able to recognize the reflection on the mirror at first. But it was me. I was looking like a newborn baby.

I grazed my slender fingers down my smooth skin which had light pores. I was looking angelic. But I knew, no one wants my innocent self. They just want a slut who wears a lot of make up. I loved myself like this. But I won't get any money if I be myself.

I pulled a towel wipe from the wooden box that rested beside the counter of the sink. I dabbed the towel on my chest which got drenched when I was washing my face.

Thankfully, I was wearing a red dress with a V neck which didn't cause a lot problem. My ivory complexion was beautiful. Even though, I hated the freckles of my chest.

“Hello, milady. Do you mind to talk with me for a moment?” I turned around to see a tall man. He was really tall than any other average man, I see. He had cropped black hair. Dressed in Black coat. He seemed like some royal member. The necklace of his neck told me so. Shaped in V. What could that possibly mean?

I nodded, politely. “Yes, gentleman.”

He looked at me properly as if admiring my face. I wouldn't believe that. Without makeup, I looked like trash—according to some people.
“Did you see any white haired man around?” He asked, quickly when he noticed my stare at him.

How could I say that I didn't know because I was vomiting like a pregnant woman? I didn't want to waste his time. My lips formed a thin line after saying,“—I am sorry, gentleman but I didn't.”

“It's okay, milady,” He smiled, trying to make me feel better. He looked at me again, questioning, “Do you live nearby if I may ask?” I smiled at his gentle words. It's been a long time since someone has spoke to me so nicely.

“Of course, you may,” I smiled wider, answering him, “I live near the colony of the bus stand no. 46.”

Embarrassment spread in my entire body. He was dressed so well and was so rich and I was a cheap escort who lived at a dirty colony. His face went white, hearing me.
“That's really far,” He said, concernedly, “If you would like then I can drop you.”

I didn't understand, was I blind all these years that good people still do exist or it was that I never came to meet with one except for him. I didn't want to cause any trouble to the generous man.“No you don't have to, sir.” I tried to pursue.

He cut me off, “I am heading the same way because I am from Volterra. And call me Felix.” He led me to a black luxurious car and opened the door for me.“Please?” He insisted this time.

I reluctantly, climbed inside the car and he closed the door, climbing inside from his side. The car smelled really nice. Mostly like him, expensive cologne, green tea shampoo.

He started driving the car. The journey was silent until he decided to crack the silence, asking, “What is your name if I may ask, milady?”

I smiled at him, fixing my hair, “Amor.”

His hands were on the steering wheel, he turned at me smiling, “That's a really beautiful name. Miss Amor.”

I nodded with the smile still on my face, “Thank you, mister Felix.”

He appeared confused, “For?”

“For showing me, goodness still exists.” I said, smiling as the tears began to pool up in my eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows, pulling the handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to me. I took the napkin, wiping my tears from my face.

“Do you mind to tell me why you seem stressed?” He kept driving but his attention was on my words.

“I don't exactly have the most respectable job. I have to send money to my village for my younger brother, Beau. And for my mother who has grown old. I don't want her to work as a maid at people's houses. I want to educate my brother. But I can't earn enough.” Without any hesitation, I let all my problems to a stranger. A good stranger.

“What is your proffesion?” He asked, looking at me.

I sighed, “An escort.”

He simply smiled at me softly, “Being an escort is not a shame. It's actually a proffesion. And all proffesions are equal. About the pay, are you educated?”

I shook my head, no. Still embarrassed that I was so unqualified for anything. Nor I was beautiful enough for someone to marry me.

“Oh... ” He parked the car, near my colony, “We are here.”

I climbed out of the car, looking at him. He sent me a small smile before driving to his destination. I waved a bye at him, knowing that he will never remember me.

Smiling sadly, I entered inside my room, closing the tin door, I checked the vessels and they were empty. No food.

Sighing, I went to bed. In the morning when I was going to the brothel party. I received a parcel from the name of FELIX. Excitedly, I opened the parcel that he didn't forget me. There was cash and note of letter.

The letter read;

“Dear Amor,
I am well aware that it might seem really awkward for a stranger to do all this. But honestly, you have touched my heart last night. I know what feels like to grow in poverty. My sister was like you. She worked real hard for me. I just hope with this money—you can take care of your mother and your younger brother and yourself. This is not the last time, you will receive money. Still, be careful.

From, Felix a stranger.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, reading the letter. I was wrong. He was different. He was kind. He didn't forget me. Nor will I.