Redlight District (X Fem!Reader Lemon)

Welcome to Hell

It was a cool summer night. As the puffy grey clouds filled the night, drifting by lazily, the vivid flickering of street lights pranced playfully through the young summer nocturne. Y/N stood beside a street light.

Accompanying her was the chattering of night people mingled with the hearty laughter of the local drunkards who stumbled aimlessly, bottle in hand. Besides the bustling of the night crowd, Y/N was alone. She sighed, during these hours of the night, things were dangerous. In all honesty though, Y/N had it rough even during the day.

Such was life in the bad parts of town. Crime was always rampant and no one was there to hear the acts, no one cared to do anything. No one cared in general. Y/N lit a cigarette, took a puff, then exhaled sharply. Dressed in the skimpiest clothing during the most dangerous time of the day in the most dangerous part of town, she simply didn't care. She waited patiently for her next client. With nothing to offer, no talents, smarts, or abilities, the only goods she was willing to part with was the very ones she was born with. And with the hand she was dealt with in this uncaring world, she didn't have time to think about her predicament. Just pull up already, take me for a ride, pay for my damn smokes and be done with it.

Minutes turned to hours as the young night grew old. And when faced with the obnoxious cat calls and hoots from the dumbfuck drunks, Y/N could only numb her nerves, puffing at her dwindling supplies of smokes. Another uneventful night, ignored like her many sisters of the streets. And while nothing was gained, she savored having a tranquil night over the aggressive, nightmarish dicking sessions she was very much accustomed to.

Alas, she still stood by, hours wasted blowing smoke into the soft nocturnal breeze. Precious hours that could have been spent doing something she enjoyed, savoring food, anything that a well off person could have done. Not standing in the fucking streets, waiting to whore yourself out for a couple bucks. She tossed the cigarette down, crushing it with her heel before turning to walk "home". Just then, she heard the sound of a car pulling up besides the curb, her eyes blinded by the glaring high beams of a vehicle.

A tall, well dressed man in a grey trenchcoat stepped out, his hair spiked out like a pair of black wings. Y/N looked at him in confusion, was she being arrested? What the hell could the fuzz possibly want from her?

The strange man smiled at her, stating in an almost outlandish, distinct accent, "Hello ma'am, I would like to acquire your services tonight."

Y/N froze and stood in confusion. "Eh? What do ya mean pig? I ain't offerin' shit"

Still smiling, the strange man leaned on his car casually, his hat barely obscuring one of his eyes. In a quieter, cool tone, he continued.
"Come on now, you can't play dumb with me missy. You and I both know what sort of 'services' you are offering during these hours of the night"

She looked away, unsure how to feel. After all, with how well dressed he was, it was likely he was an official. And with people like that who disregard her and her sisters, the man was probably trying to get her in trouble. Cold jail cell, no smokes, no freedom.
Mustering up her voice, she glared at the well dressed detective,

"Look, I ain't doing nothin'! Whateva' ya implying, I ain't buyin' it. Now leave me alone already!"

The man simply sighed, his once bright demeanor fading to a look of disappointment. He spoke again, his accent entrenched in every word he spoke, "If that is the case, then I suppose I'll have to go elsewhere to acquire services I require. Good night miss."
With that, he turned back to his vehicle pacing towards the drivers seat.

Y/N thought about her predicament. Sure he was clearly an official, but what kind of official would solicit sexual favors out in the open so clearly? As she reached for another smoke, she found her box was empty. Her gaze returned to the taller male, who was still walking nonchalantly to his car. It's just one night, if she didn't do this she'd be going cold turkey, suffering the next few nights until she could scrounge more cash. Seeing no other options, she yelled out to him,