Like most days she awoke with a groan, one slender arm thrown across her delicate face in defiance before eyelids cracked open to try and take in her surroundings. The cherry on top of her morning was the pounding headache that seemed to pulse tangibly between her ears causing her fingers to move to her temples, massaging momentarily before she sat up. Instinctively she grabbed up the plush comforter to cover her chest as she looked around blearily, not that it mattered as the only other soul in the room was passed out and snoring. Hazel eyes rolled and she resisted the urge to smack him upside the head just so he would shut up, instead she slipped silently from the bed and collected the clothes which were strewn haphazardly across the floor. They weren't the most comfortable clothes in the world but when you didn't sleep at your own place your only choice was to put on the clothes you wore the night before.

She slipped on the skin tight black shirt that bore her midriff for the world to see and revealed the barest hints of tattoos that crawled up her ribcage, followed by the skinny jeans, strappy black high heels, and crumpled leather purse. Fishing her cell phone from her purse's depths she flipped it on and stifled a groan when she saw the it was almost five am, shoving it back in she hurried out the door. Getting out early was the key to this play, her luck would run out quick if someone woke up and saw her sober. Normally she made sure to sneak out shortly after her target's fell asleep, but her aching body couldn't resist the soft, inviting pillowtop mattress and she had dozed off. Finally she was on the street and no doubt with this getup and how tousled her hair was, despite running her fingers through it time and time again, the outside world label her exit from the high-rise apartment complex as nothing more than a walk of shame. The idea brought the barest hint of a smile to her pink lips, she was in no way shameful nor should she be for the night had been quite fortuitous for the girl.

Just around the block she stopped, leaning back against the cold stone of one of the towering skyscraper and lighting a cigarette which would hopefully reduce the jackhammer that seemed to have taken up residence in her skull. Her hazel eyes flicked around the area as she reclined, noting the way the sun was just barely beginning to crack the horizon giving the city a sort of ethereal glow that might let one believe it was beautiful for a time. For a while she simply eyeballed those on the street that so happened to be up at such an ungodly hour, throwing a wink to the business men in thin-lapelled suits; even going so far as to purr, "Take a picture, darlin', it'll last longer," to those who stared a bit too long. Fishing as it were, the upscale parts of any town had always been her biggest money maker to date; men bored with their lives or bored with their wives as it was more often than not. They deserved everything she took from them.

With that thought and the lull in sidewalk traffic she clenched her cigarette between her teeth and dug into her bag, pulling out a small stack of bills, a gold Rolex and a pair of diamond studs. She smirked, he had been a high roller all right, so cocksure to keep this much cash on him and bring her back to his apartment. The watch she knew she could sell for a good amount, but her eyes lingered on the studs. Experience told her they were real, and while she wondered for a moment why exactly he had them on his dresser it was his own loss and no doubt he could afford more. After silent contemplation she put the earrings in a small pouch that blended into the lining of her purse, thinking she deserved a present to herself after what she had dealt with last night. Harmless in the end, he would awake hungover for all the liquor she had encouraged into his system, barely too inebriated to function by the time he got her home, and she could survive another day.

Taking a deep drag she held it for a moment before exhaling, the smoke surrounding her like a veil as she tried to wash away the memories that always tried to linger after such encounters. It wasn't the most glamorous lifestyle for damn sure but it allowed her to eek out a living doing what she knew she was good at even if it did leave her more jaded than the average girl in her early twenties. She had been lucky actually to run into the Beau, not that she could remember his name now any more than he would remember the fake one she had given him last night. The apartment complex wanted first and last months rent up front along with the security deposit which was more than she had when she stumbled into the ramshackle building a few nights before. Luckily the manager had given her a week to come up with the remainder, but her time had been running short when she had hit the downtown scene and stumbled upon the Irish Pub and subsequent patrons within. Taking a last puff of the cig she dropped it, crushing the cherry beneath one stiletto heel before sighing and simply watching the smoke rise from the grates that lined the city streets. In truth she needed to go change and try and find a job in one of the varying shops that lined the streets, but honestly she was exhausted from her current work and wanted nothing more than to go home and crash on her significantly more lumpy mattress. She was a damn modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to her own poor self was about as far as her morals extended.