The blonde girl strutted back and forth beneath the harsh light of the street pole, her stiletto heeled platforms clicking against the concrete of the sidewalk. Situated only a dozen strides from the intersection she could smile and wink at those stopped by the nearby red light. It also gave the men driving by time to get a good look at her long golden tresses, her lithe body and fishnet dress that left very little to the imagination. That she was a whore was obvious. She often hit the streets late at night when she wasn't working at the Vanilla Unicorn. One of her co-workers had suggested it. The men were less appealing, the work messier, but the pay, the raw cash was simply so much better. She was now able to finally think about purchasing some nice things, perhaps even replace that battered old, piece of shit, station wagon that she now used.
As another driver pulled up to the red light she leaned forwards, trying to get his attention, displaying an ample cleavage and twisting her head to let her long hair spill out to one side and show off her long voluptuous neck. It took a surprising amount of skill, ensuring that she was graceful and didn't awkwardly loose her grasp on her purse.
"Heya sugar," she greeted him, the words sliding from her mouth and was followed by her pink tongue slipping across the black lipstick, "Wanna party?"
[See OOC thread for details]
As another driver pulled up to the red light she leaned forwards, trying to get his attention, displaying an ample cleavage and twisting her head to let her long hair spill out to one side and show off her long voluptuous neck. It took a surprising amount of skill, ensuring that she was graceful and didn't awkwardly loose her grasp on her purse.
"Heya sugar," she greeted him, the words sliding from her mouth and was followed by her pink tongue slipping across the black lipstick, "Wanna party?"
[See OOC thread for details]
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