Jen was walking down the streets, a smile one her face. She'd had a good night. Another client slept with, another hundred pounds in her pocket. It was the cycle of her life. Get up, find somebody to have sex with, actually have sex with them, go to sleep. Repeat. It wasn't the most desirable of lifestyles, but it kept her alive. And it could be worse. Or she hoped it could.

She headed into a coffee shop, ready to start the morning of her slightly awful life.