Genderless did the next figure sit, sliding it's palm slowly across the table and scraping nails against it. Too dark to see the emotionless gleam in it's eyes, better yet too dark to see the grotesque grin that was plastered on an all-too-pale face. All that was seen was the white card taken by the bottom corner and flipped over on it's side, as if pondering to lay it flat to reveal something or not...

The toilet was a sanctuary for her - ocassionally after a performance, she heaved her soul into the porcelain, watching swirls of green and orange mix down the drain.

"Ugh..." She muttered to herself, dragging her sleeve across her lips to remove anymore of the acidic residue.

It hurts more than ever tonight to vomit since she decided to down a couple of shots of Absinthe, Vodka and Red Bull but it was what the patrons - if that were a kind enough name to call them, no - if not the honorless, putrid, perverted, sons of bitches she calls customers were not so demanding for her to partake in their games.

What else was a girl to do? She pulled herself to her feet, wiping her lips one more time with her sleeve and spat to get the taste out. Tonight was alcohol, tomorrow would be their saliva or any other bodily fluid. It was what a whore had to do.

"Caramel? Are you okay in there?" A voice called from outside of the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a minute." Caramel looked to the bathroom mirror and stared at her reflection. Noticing her make up was running, she went to work to make herself pretty again.

Pretty again; Put make up on only for them to scratch or rub it off of her face, put clothes on only for them to just tear it off with their teeth - their attempt at being kinky and fulfilling a fantasy.

She chose not to think on it, reaching for the doorknob and opening it to see one of her customers standing in front of the door with handcuffs and a rag.

"Wha-" Was all she managed to get out before he lunged forwards and pressed the chloroform soaked rag against her nose and mouth. She struggled but only inhaled more of it, trying her best to fight it.

Dizziness smashed against her head like a hammer, seeing stars before she saw darkness. It almost reminded her of the night sky....

A chuckle, the holder of the card decided to lay it flat, revealing a print that said:

Caramel Walker