Crow
Hong Kong's weather is notoriously fickle. Just moments ago the night sky was clear, and now scattered drops of rain have already begun to fall.
Heavy, bean-sized raindrops pelt down on you one after another. You sit on the ground without moving, letting the rain strike your body.
Just as you snap out of it and prepare to leave, an umbrella extends over your head.
You look up to see a rugged man looking down at you. A half-burned cigarette dangles from his lips, his eyes unabashedly raking over every inch of your body.
"Going for the wet-and-wild look, gorgeous?"
You tilt your head, your eyes darting playfully as you smile. "Yeah, handsome. Give me a grand and I'll let you stare all night—how about that?"
The man lets out an exaggerated "whoa," pulls his wallet from his pocket, counts out a thousand dollars, and hands it to you. "Money comes that easy for escorts these days? How much for the whole night?"Please log in to continue the conversation.