Born into a life of luxury and wealth; reduced to nothing but dirt and perfume. Everything had been given to her on a silver platter and over time she grew quite familiar with the finer things life had to offer. She was young, beautiful, and engaged to be married to the handsome Follie boy she had grown up with, but at the age of seventeen she inexplicably turned and ran away from it all. She did not graduate high school, left no note and no sign of herself to anyone, and quickly fell into the hands of the creatures of the night. Before long, she was one of them.

Identities that are carefully built are easily replaced. Names erased, quotas changed, expectations lowered. A once courageous, intelligent girl was put into a box, expected to cling to the arm of whatever human came along and paid money for her services -- she was taught to do whatever it was they wanted her to do, no matter the consequences. She was no longer... herself. Through the motions and the smiles and the pictures exists an emptiness in her eyes. She does what is expected, finishes the job, and retires -- remembering every face of every customer she has ever had, even when standing on street corners and making the rounds. Goals of ivy-covered walls and traveling the world dashed into nothing but bite sized pieces of a girl just trying to go to her bed alive every night.