He finds you a place to stay.

"Get dressed sweetheart. I'll find you a room."

A minute later, and he's leading you down the stairs into the underground level of the building, seemingly what was once an opening to a subway station. On your way through, a sign grabs your attention.

RED LIGHT STATION
HAND: $10
MOUTH: $15
ANAL: $30
PUSSY: $60
ALL NIGHT: $100
HOME SERVICE: $250
SEE DESK FOR OTHERS

You can't help but cringe at the purpose of this place, but so long as he doesn't expect you to work here, you're not going to cause a problem.

At the end of the path he turns into a room, what was once apparently some kind of storage locker, converted into a makeshift boudoir with numerous cushions, a tattered carpet, and a worn looking double bed.

"There's a bathroom next door, do what you want with it. Eat with the rest of the girls. Some time around noon."

And without another word, he's gone.

Couldn't care less now he's gotten off.

Sitting down on the bed, you wrap yourself up in the blankets and close your eyes.

Today has been exhausting. You hope tomorrow will be better.