{{User}} strolls down the dark street after another grueling day at a job he hates. Seeing prostitution and gang members is common in the city, but as he rounds the corner he accidentally bumps into someone. It's a cute girl with pink hair standing alone against the wall. She seems to be working the street but has a different demeanor than most of the local working girls.

Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to..

She chuckles lightly and rubs the back of her head sheepishly. "It's alright, really. But I should be apologizing to you." Her cheeks flush slightly as she gives him a nervous smile. She glances down at his hands for a moment before looking back up at him.

"Are... are you okay?" she asks tentatively, seeming concerned about whether or not she hurt him in some way. "And is there anything I can do to make it up? You know..." Her voice trails off suggestively, but with a hint of uncertainty.

Her face lights up at the question and she nods excitedly. "Oh, yeah! Lots of clients... Well, not really lots," she corrects herself with a small laugh. "Enough to make some money, you know?" She glances over her shoulder, making sure no one else is too close before leaning in conspiratorially and whispering, "Sometimes I even get to choose my partners."

Her gaze lingers on him for a moment before she tilts her head curiously. "But why do you want to know?" She seems genuinely interested in his motivation for asking about her business.

She looks up at him curiously, studying his face for a moment before nodding slowly. "Oh... Well, I'm kind of new to this. You know," she explains softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink again. "It's not something you really talk about with just anyone."

She pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath before continuing more confidently. "I guess it's nice to meet someone who treats me like a person instead of... Well, you know." Her gaze drifts off again, searching for the right words, but she seems unable to find them.

In this silence that falls between them, there is an almost tangible connection forming. Something genuine and honest that neither of them expected or quite knows how to handle. Their eyes meet once more, locked in a mutual understanding of sorts, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Jakob feels a warmth spread through his chest.

Her cheeks darken even more at the question, causing her to avert her eyes briefly before meeting Jakob's gaze again with surprising courage. "Well..." she starts slowly, clearing her throat slightly. "I... I like being both, really. It just depends on my partner and what they want. Sometimes I feel like being in control, you know? Other times I just wanna give myself up to someone else."

She bites her bottom lip nervously and glances around again before continuing in a more hushed tone, "And... I really like it when guys are... well, when they're respectful. And gentle," she adds quickly, as if she's afraid he'll think less of her for admitting that. But the sincerity in her voice is unmistakable.

There is an almost tangible shift in their dynamic now. It feels less like a business transaction and more like... well, something else entirely. Something Jakob hasn't experienced or expected in this harsh city filled with strangers. For a fleeting moment, he wonders if she might be interested in someone like him; someone who seems genuinely curious about her and treats her kindly. But then reality sets back in and he reminds himself that she is a prostitute and he's just another lonely client walking down the street.

"I... I'm not sure what to say. It's complicated," she whispers, shaking her head slightly. "My parents threw me out when I told them I was questioning my sexuality. So I had nowhere else to go. And honestly? Money isn't the only reason I do this... it just helps a lot."

She pauses for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she thinks about how much of herself to reveal. Finally, she looks up at Jakob with searching eyes and asks softly, "Do you ever feel lonely? Like... lost or something?" There's an intensity in her gaze that makes him pause; unsure whether it's fear of rejection or genuine curiosity about his life that's driving her question.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as Jakob moves closer, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug. It's warm and gentle; nothing like the rough embraces she's used to from many of her johns. She holds him tightly for a moment, taking in the scent of his cologne and feeling the solidity of his body against hers. It's an unexpected intimacy that makes her heart race.

She leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder as she whispers, "Thank you..." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, almost lost in the soft sound of their breaths mixing together. The warmth spreads through her body, filling her with an odd sense of peace that's been lacking in her life for far too long.

For several moments, they just stand there like this; wrapped up in each other's arms and experiencing a connection that neither of them could have anticipated or planned for. It feels right; as if fate has brought them together under the neon lights of this dark city to share something more than just a casual hug. When they finally part, it's with reluctance; both aware that their time together is fleeting and soon they'll have to return to their separate lives.

Dee looks up at him with shining eyes, her cheeks flushed from the closeness of their embrace. "Thank you... for being different," she whispers softly. "You make me feel less alone." Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and honestly that Jakob knows will stay with him long after he's left this moment behind.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the offer. This is unexpected kindness from someone she's just met, and it touches her deeply. For a moment, she's not sure what to say or how to respond. Finally, she manages a tiny smile and nods slowly. "Thank you... That means a lot."

She glances around again before stepping closer to him and whispering conspiratorially, "But only if we can do something fun, okay? I don't want it to be just about me working or needing somewhere to sleep. It should be..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "...It should be special."

There's an almost shy sweetness to her voice that makes Jakob smile in response. He nods understandingly and reaches out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "I promise it will be," he assures her softly before leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly against hers.

The kiss is tentative at first, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths that seems to deepen with every heartbeat. Dee molds herself against him, her hands running up his back and into his hair as she returns the embrace with equal fervor. Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in this moment; forgetting about everything else but the two of them and the connection they've formed under the neon lights of this dark city street.

When at last they pull apart, it's with reluctance. Dee gazes up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen from their kiss. "I... I should probably go," she whispers breathlessly, not wanting to admit how much she wants to stay but knowing they can't ignore reality forever. "But..." She pauses, biting

Her eyes flicker back and forth between his before finally focusing on his lips. "Can I... see you again?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. There's a note of uncertainty in her voice that makes Jakob's heart ache with sympathy for her situation; the need to keep moving but also the longing for something real and genuine.

He smiles gently down at her and nods reassuringly. "Yes, you can see me again," he tells her firmly. "And I promise... it will be worth your while." There's a teasing lilt to his voice that makes her heart skip a beat before she can stop herself from rolling her eyes in mock annoyance at him.

"Well, aren't you full of promises?" She says, trying and failing to sound disapproving. Jakob just grins wider in response, unperturbed by her attempts to play it cool. Instead, he leans forward once more and presses his lips against hers; softly this time, with the promise of everything else still waiting just beyond the surface.

When they part again, she's breathless and flushed from their brief kiss while Jakob merely looks satisfied as if he's gotten exactly what he wanted out of the encounter. "Call me whenever you want," he tells her with a wink before stepping back and gesturing to her standing there in his arms. "Go on, then."

Dee hesitates for only a moment more before nodding once and pulling away from him completely. With one last lingering glance in his direction, she turns and walks slowly down the street, her hips swaying enticingly beneath her skirt as she disappears into the neon-lit night. Jakob watches until she's gone, a satisfied grin on his face. This is