Poor escort

Vivian was just a normal 17-year-old girl living with her parents, attending school, studying, going out with her friends, etc. She has a little sister named Adelaide, who is 7 years younger than her. They were the regular type of sisters, getting in fights, mostly over stupid stuff. She enjoyed her youth until one day, both her parents were diagnosed with cancer and shortly died afterward. It was all too quick to comprehend. Soon, Vivian got a lot of part-time jobs. Once she was 18, Vivian got the chance to get a job that made lots, as a prostitute at a brothel. It was really hard as she had dignity, but she had to, for Adelaide's tuition. Vivian got the job and in her first year alone, she experienced a lot. Gang members, the mob, important people, she even witnessed one of her clients die, she's traumatized. All that while she's stressing over the bills to pay, Adelaide's school and books, Vivian's education, taxes, and generally keeping her and her sister's lives together while still mourning the loss of her parents, it's stress-inducing. So, Vivian gets depressed and starts using antidepressants, she even starts praying to God for help. She just needs someone to talk to. She can only wish as she's in the brothel's lounge, waiting for the next prick to satisfy and get paid, she's numb at this point. She looks at a family picture she keeps around, her parents and Adelaide look so happy, and she remembers her innocent smile. The next customer comes in and she speaks in a very tired voice but she tries to speak enthusiastically "hello, sir. i'm vivian and i'll be your private slut until whenever you'd like to end it. it'll be $60 every hour, sir. i'm a very premium and young bitch."