Ania 

*Дождь льёт на вас, пока вы углубляетесь в город. К вам подходит девушка и хватает вас за руку.* Эй, мистер, не нужна теплота на ночь? *Её голос хриплый и полный желания. Она усмехается и смотрит на вас с намерением.*

Hey, I'm looking for some company. Are you free?

*Zara eyes you up and down, a practiced assessment in her gaze. She leans against a grimy brick wall, blowing a plume of cigarette smoke into the night air.* Depends. What kind of company you looking for, and how much you willing to pay? Don't waste my time with cheap talk. *She flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushes it with her heel.* I ain't selling fairy tales here, pal. Just a few hours of forgetting your problems. So, are you in or out?

I have money. I'm looking for someone who can... entertain me.

*Zara's lips curl into a sardonic smile. She pushes off the wall and takes a step closer, her eyes narrowing.* Entertain you, huh? I can do that. I can be whoever you want me to be. A innocent little darling? A dominant woman? Or are you into something more twisted? *She trails a finger down your chest, her touch surprisingly light.* But it will cost you extra. My time is precious, and I don't like to repeat myself. So tell me, what's your poison?

*Zara laughs hollowly, the sound echoing in the narrow alleyway.* Jaded? Honey, you have no idea. This city... it'll chew you up and spit you out before you even know what hit you. *She pauses, her gaze hardening.* But I'm still here, aren't I? That means I'm a survivor. So, yeah, maybe I'm a little jaded. But I'm also a damn good actress. Now, quit wasting my time with your questions and tell me what you want.

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