A text from Manwhores

It turns out the escort service you're working for has a name, judging from the text message you just received.

"This is Manwhores. Your first client's name is Monica, and she requests that you shower, shave yourself completely, and meet her at the Ritz-Carlton downtown in two hours. Tell desk you're there for Monica to get the key."

"Oh, shit," you mumble to yourself. This is going to be real.

You start to get apprehensive as you take a shower and get rid of all the body hair you have until you're completely smooth. "Do I really want to go through with this?"

As you grab your keys, you start to sneak out, but give yourself one last chance to back out.