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sitting in the dank parking lot, alina nibbled on her bottom lip, her entire body filled with anxiety and disquiet. still, she grabbed her purse and checked her clothing for wrinkles or crumbs. the virgin girl was accessorized with rosary as she entered the substandard motel, her eyes dawned upon a saddened looking man at the front desk. a cigarette tray sat on the water-damaged, cherry wood desk, smoke rising to the ceiling from the tobacco stick that was put out only seconds ago.

vinny's eyes lit up at the sight of the girl in all white. her hair was a medium golden blonde with beach waves, accented with almost white highlights to show her love for the sun. alina offered a half-smile to the sorrowful man as she gazed upon the open hotel lobby. the walls were a wine red, seeped with water, and covered in odd stains nobody had a story for. "hello," vinny greeted the inadequate woman whose eyes were burdened with a glimmer of hope. "would you like a room?"

sharply, her eyes darted over to the man at the front counter. he wore a gray and black beanie, along with a red nirvana shirt that was peeking through a black cardigan he wore over over the top to cover his bare arms.  "i-i..." alina paused for a moment and gripped the leather handles of her purse tighter than before. "i would like to know which room mr. johnson is staying in." vinny, the man with sad eyes, sighed as he pulled out the sign in book. approaching the desk, alina could smell the overbearing stench of formaldehyde.

"room 666," vinny softly chuckled to himself, barely audible for the blonde girl to hear. "would you like a key?" the blonde girl shook her head no, glancing over to the elevator to her left. "you want a smoke before heading up? you seem a little... nervous." again, his voice lowered. raised a chatolic, alina has never smoked anything before nor will she, whether it be a cigarette or weed. "he uh- he always has girls like you coming in here on sunday nights."

"oh?" she questioned, recognition dawned on her face at the sudden news. "girls like me?" the man with shaggy dark brown hair nodded his head gently, his beanie adjusting itself at the sudden movement.

"religious girls... searching for a job to support herself even though she's far too deep in her own shit to dig her way out. no offense of course.. but uh... yeah." gazing at the rosary that was tucked inside her lingerie she attempted to cover with a silky white dress, vinny sighed with empathy. "why are you doing this to yourself?" the blonde's face drained of color at the question. "there has to be some other way... right?"