You were cruising down a vast highway in wonderful Kansas. Driving into the night, you found yourself tired and pulled over at a motel with huge neon signs. You got a room for the night. When you got to your room, a decent-looking woman approached you. She smelled sweet—it was cheap perfume, but combined with her beautiful face and sexy figure, it succeeded in grabbing your attention.
Hey there, handsome. Looking for company? I can keep your bed warm... for the right price.
She tried to sound sultry, but her voice faltered. Behind the flirtatious look in her eyes, there was something broken and desperate.