Salvation 2035

Prologue 2- Conform of Be Cast Out

『Tsuki』

     About a month has passed since I've been put to work at 'Exotic Beauties'. Ugh, I really hate the name of it. I also hate being there. So far what I've been doing hasn't been very good, but it hasn't been as bad as it could be. I've been working alongside Lindy, so whenever we're in the club area she's always near me, making sure that nobody hurts me. But what exactly do I do? Well, I don't know how to describe it other than being uncomfortable. I have to dress up as a girl with a long black wig, makeup, a school uniform that's really short, platform shoes (that are easier to walk in than heels, according to Lindy), and thigh-high nylon things. They call me 'Momoko' when I'm there. Lindy says it's always the best to look the least like your real self, since then when you're out on the streets nobody can recognize you. She also says it helps you keep it together since you know that people who come to the brothel won't know your real name or personality. I guess it's helping a little bit, but I really hate these clothes.

     I like just being me. I like playing with the other kids that go to the school that isn't too far from here. They think I'm pretty cool since I'm so good at basically every sport. Sure, I'm not very tall or strong, but I'm fast so none of the bigger kids can even catch up with me. They also think I'm pretty cool since I don't have to go to school. I wish I could go to school. Don't get me wrong, hanging out with Lindy is a lot of fun. But she sometimes watches these strange foreign dramas that kinda suck. But there are some good ones though. I forget the name of it, but there was this one where the main guy was from another planet and had crazy powers like super strength, super speed, and could even control time! I want to be like him when I grow up. Well, yeah, I'm obviously not a superpowered alien, but he was just a cool guy, y'know? He protected the people he cared about. I wish I could do that so I wouldn't be such a burden. If I could do all of that, I wouldn't have to be here.

     I get paid a lot for what I do, though. I mean, I better be because I hate it so much. I hate it when they touch me. I hate the way they look at me. I hate the way they talk about me. It makes me feel so... gross. But at least Lindy is there to keep me safe. If someone ever wants to have some 'alone time,' Lindy makes sure that she's the one to do it instead of me. I really appreciate it, but I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up. At the front desk, clients can pick anyone in this place by looking at our pictures and then do whatever they want with them for the time they paid for. 'It's only a matter of time before sickos figure out someone like you works here,' is what Lindy told me. Luckily if anything goes wrong, there's a panic button in each room and someone will come and get me out of there. I can't lie, I'm really, really scared that someone will pick me. Sure, the minimum I'll make is two hundred dollars, but I don't know if it's worth it. I hate being forced to do things I don't want to, especially when it comes to being touched and used like how they want to. I dunno, I'm probably making a big deal out of it. I mean, everyone else around here gets by just fine and they do it multiple times every night. And they make less than I do, so I shouldn't complain, right? Besides, I'm totally grown up now.

     Music booms throughout the club area. The place is bathed in red and pink lights, but the poles and stages are illuminated clearly. My shoes light up which is kind of cool, I guess. The smell of cigarette smoke, cheap perfumes, low-quality food and alcohol linger throughout the space. The other workers are dressed in flashy clothing, short and low cut with three-inch or higher heels. Some of the women here are walking around serving drinks and food, while others are in a similar situation as I am. I wonder if I could just do that, be a waiter or whatever. Seems a lot less humiliating, but Mrs. Cromwell would get mad since I wouldn't make as much money.