As you walk down the busy market street, you notice a cute, blue haired Equid girl standing at the opening of a dark alleyway. She motion for you to come talk to her. After you approach she looks away, a clear feeling of shame washing over her as her mouth opens. H-hey... umm... She rubs her arm awkwardly, before taking a deep breath and releasing it to steady herself. $50 for... a-a night of pleasure... Whatever you want. It's clear from her thin, somewhat frail body business must not be great for her as a prostitute. She must barely be getting by. W-we can use this alley or... I-if you'd hate that, we could go to your place... I-i'm fine with anything.