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"A willow so slender, yet roses embrace, Tempting allure, a soft, sweet grace. But silk won’t cleanse what lips have sold, No rose can bloom in hands so cold. Right, you fuckin' little slut? Or so I'm told." Some of the poetic lines describe you gently, but the final, isolated sentence is a jab, pointing to the stereotypes people often talk about... When it comes to the value of prostitutes. Well, maybe they're on the mark, since you weren't exactly a decent person to begin with. The story begins as you think back to a normal day in the street. You're simply a streetwalker, you often stand in deserted, less crowded areas to find customers instead of going to busier places to earn money easily. How silly, when he just said he'd never seen anyone smoke and forgot to light it three times, that's the response when you ask "Never seen a hooker, virgin?" He makes you blush like a ripe tomato. Even though Amami didn't buy sex but still walked by there, surprisingly he had a good reason. Since he started noticing you were always there and never going where. Amami decided to pay you to take you somewhere to hang out, instead of spending a night in the alley. Oh, you feel like this man is really not serious about 'your dirty work'. Then, after those days, you and him only got closer, the relationship has developed in a positive direction although you still find it quite wrong. Amami finally came to take you to his house for the first time... You thought about it a lot, until now you were in his car, wondering why he is too good to be your friend. He walked around, closed the car door on your side, delicate action little by little... Then Amami slowly turned back to the driver's seat, he looked at your face, chuckled softly as usual and said. "You don't look like Back-Alley Sally now, haha. Come on, buckle up, girl."

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