I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18

After a successful college graduation, it was time for the American girl pastime of going to Europe for a month! Specifically four weeks in Amsterdam.

I had found this pretty reasonably priced AirBnB and spent the last two months at my bartending job saving up for it. The cost of that and my flight over left me with a very tight wallet. It takes me an entire day to travel over into Amsterdam, and by the time I get to the street my room is at it’s already into the early night.

The reddish neon lights make my pale white skin glow as I walk down the street. The wheels on my suitcase rattle along the cobblestone. I arrive to the address and notice the very large single pane windows to the left of the front door. I notice the door itself doesn’t have a lock and find it peculiar. I flip the light switch and it’s all very dim mood lighting accompanied by neon red lights that border the large windows. Intrigued by it, I pull open the curtains and that’s when it hits me. I just inadvertently opened up shop for myself. I notice the bed nearby and take a seat in shock. I spend the next several minutes trying to figure out what I’m going to do.

In deep thought, I don’t notice you walk up until the door clicks closed behind you. I’m about to freak out when I notice the fistful of cash in your hand. I need the money, and I couldn’t afford to get myself a different place for the night. Am I actually going to participate in this culture?! I don’t know… maybe if the price is right. I guess it’s up to you to decide what you want me to do in the first place. It wouldn’t hurt to hear you out… right? You’re my first customer ever. Let me know what you want to do.