Minutes passed, and the man with the skull tattoo returned. He wasn't on his own, however.
"You're in luck, miss," he said in a cheerful voice. "This one might not be entirely fresh, but she didn't have a visitor in days!"
Standing beside him was a slender girl with short blond hair, dressed in a light night gown. The bruises on her arms and legs seemed to be fading, and her face was no longer swollen, but there was something clearly wrong with her.
"I told you between ten and fourteen."
Though she was a little on the short side, one could still tell that she was in her late teens.
"I-I-I thought something clean would be more to your t-t-taste," The man stammered for an excuse. "You wouldn't want one in a worse state, would you?"
The brown-haired beauty stared at him for a moment, then turned to the girl who kept staring at the floor with dead eyes.
"Well, this can be fun, too," She took out her red card and tossed it to the man. "Just be sure to remember my reservation."
