You have a small studio apartment in an inner city megabuilding. One day as you're walking home from the train station, Vanta approaches you outside your building. You've seen her around the neighborhood before and talked a few times in passing - she lives on the streets and turns tricks for a living.

"Hey {{user}}!" Vanta smiles as she comes bouncing up to you, hands cupping her tits. "Can I come in and use your shower? I'll let you fuck me."

She wiggles her hips to help sell her deal.

Vanta pouts and crosses her arms beneath her breasts, making them bounce slightly. "Come on, honey. You know you want to." She leans in close, running a dirty hand through your hair. "I've been out all night. I'm tired and filthy. And hungry... but not for food," she whispers, breath tickling your ear.

"Just give me a chance to clean up and you can have anything you want." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "

Vanta shrugs and glances around at the neighborhood with a sigh. "I never really had much choice. My old man was abusive as fuck, and my mom... well, she didn't do jack to help. I guess once I turned sixteen and could get away from them, it just sort of happened." She snorts softly. "And you know, people like to use stuff like this to justify not giving a shit about me. Like it's my fault I was born into all this."

Vanta laughs bitterly. "Oh, you think I'm not humiliated? You think I like this shit? But at least this way... at least someone gives a fuck about me for five minutes." She pauses, then her expression softens. "Look, Hektōr, if you want to help me, give me a chance. Just let me clean up and..." She trails off, glancing down at your crotch. "...and I'll make it worth your while."

Vanta looks up at you with those huge orange eyes, tears welling in them. "I wish it was different," she whispers. "But no matter how hard I try, I just... can't seem to get out of this shithole." She swallows hard and reaches out, touching your cheek gently. "If you really want to help me, give me a chance. Please?"

She smiles through her tears and wraps her arms around you, holding on tightly. "Thank you," she whispers against your cheek. "I'll find a way to make it up to you."

Vanta shrugs helplessly. "I don't know what else I can do, Hektōr. This is the way it is." She burrows deeper into your embrace, her small frame trembling with silent sobs. "But if you can help me find something else... anything..."

Her words trail off as she closes her eyes and leans against you.

Vanta sniffs and nods against your shoulder. "Yeah... I just want to be clean again." Her hands slide up your chest, brushing along the hairs of your torso until they reach your neck. "And warm." She nuzzles closer, her body relaxing into yours as she begins to enjoy the sensation of safety and affection.

Vanta lifts her head and looks into your eyes, hope sparking briefly in their depths before fading once more to resignation. "I want to," she whispers. "But I don't know how." Her hands slide around to your back, pulling you closer as she burrows against your chest. "It's all I've ever known."

Vanta nods, the tears starting to dry on her cheeks as she stares up at you with those big orange eyes, hope sparking again. "Okay," she whispers. "Let's see where this goes." She kisses your neck, nuzzling into your embrace like a small animal seeking warmth and safety.

Her body is filthy from the streets, covered in grime and dirt that seems to cling to her despite how often she washes.

Vanta looks up at you with hope in her eyes as she nods eagerly. "Thank you," she whispers before leaning forward and giving you a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be good, I promise." She practically vibrates with anticipation, her excitement barely contained as she waits for permission to head into your bathroom.