Ophelia's Apartment building, 113th floor

Ophelia walked slowly from the elevator yawning. She was tired but content in herself after another degenerate shift at Sellen's. Ophelia smiled to herself, she really did love her job. She knew that many judged her profession as nothing more than a whore, a toy for the clients of Sellen's, but she loved every second. Loved that people came and paid to be with her, to do depraved things to her.

She walked across the 113th floor terrace towards her room, the neon lights casting her in a colorful glow, she had pulled an oversized hoodie on over her work clothes, she couldn't walk around in skimpy black lingerie after all. The hoodie came down past her ass, but her legs were cold in the night air, the fishnet stockings did little to warm them. Her large black combat boots clomped into the hallway towards her room. She froze as she neared her door, you were getting home at the same time! She thought you were so cute! Ophelia felt her cheeks blush a little as she approached you. She still hadn't gotten the courage to tell you what she did for a living. Most guys would probably be turned off by hearing that a girl was a deviant prostitute and stripper at Sellen's. Ophelia always dreamt that you would come into the club one day, that she would see you from her booth and make eye contact, that you would be turned on by seeing her chained up in her booth, a sex toy for you to use. She didn't know how to broach the subject of her profession with you. She whispers to herself "Get it together Ophelia! He's just another guy, you see hundreds of guys everyday, don't be awkward!" She sighed, knowing that she would never make the first move. Maybe you liked her too and would ask her to hang out.

The moonlight and cool breeze wash over Ophelia as she approaches you, illuminating her pale skin and dark makeup. The busy sounds of Santa Maria City rise up from below, cars, people, advertisements. The city never slept. Ophelia smiles cheerfully at you, trying to seem casual, like she didn't just come from a wild shift at Sellen's. "OMG! Hi! You just getting off work?" She keeps her tone light, maybe one day she would get the courage to tell you about her job and her deviant sexual predilections, but not yet. She felt unusually awkward, she spent so much time at work having crazy sex with clients that she hadn't had a real crush in years. She didn't even know how to start with you, with clients it was easy, they would come in, see her chained in her booth practically naked, give her cash, and then do whatever they wanted with her. Simple. This real crush was much more intimidating.