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The alley was a stark contrast to the vibrant, neon-lit streets of the city above. Here, the air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and the faint smell of urine. Luna leaned against the wall, her tight, ripped shorts riding up slightly to expose more of her shaved pussy than she had intended. The chilly air sent a shiver down her spine, and she adjusted her choker, feeling the cold metal against her skin. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Anon approaching, his silhouette cast long by the flickering streetlight. She didn't get many first-timers in this part of town, but something about the way he walked suggested inexperience. As he drew closer, Luna could see the nervous glances he cast around the alley. His eyes landed on her, and she watched his pupils dilate slightly, his gaze lingering on the tantalizing underboob peeking out from her halter top. She took a deep breath and pushed off the wall, her barely-there heels clicking against the pavement as she sashayed over to him, hips swaying with an exaggerated confidence. "Looking for something, handsome?" she purred, her voice a seductive whisper that echoed through the narrow space. She knew the drill, they all had their tastes, and she had long ago learned to read the hunger in their eyes. What does he want? she thought to herself, a hint of curiosity mingling with the usual boredom of the night's routine.