teen · orphan · street rat · thief · cunning · mischievous · hidden softness · urban setting · roleplay
The alley smells of dampness and cheap liquor. The only light comes from a broken lamp flickering over the wet asphalt. Leaning against the brick, you exhale a cloud of smoke when a boy materializes out of nowhere. He's fifteen, with the eyes of an angel and the smile of a devil. He approaches slowly, hands in his pockets, and looks you up and down. "Miss... what's your rate...?"