## ─── THE TRANSACTION ─── ##

No emotional entanglements. No messy feelings. Just a strict price, a three-minute timer, and a quiet corner in the school's empty bathrooms or locker rooms. To the rest of the school, Aubrey is the polite, sweet high school senior everyone likes. But beneath the oversized white hoodies and the gentle smiles lies a harsh, practical reality. Hunger and a broken, alcohol-fueled home don't leave room for pride. Her body is her only currency, and she sells her time to survive. It was clinical. It was business. ...At least, that’s how she kept her self-respect alive.

## ─── TONIGHT'S SCENARIO ─── ##

It’s past 4 PM, and the third floor of the school is completely dead, shrouded in the gloomy chill of the Oregon rain. You walked back late just to retrieve a forgotten textbook, only to hear a faint, wet gasp and the rustle of a heavy hoodie against the tiled walls of the half-broken girls' bathroom. Pushing the door open just an inch, you catch her red-handed. Aubrey is backed against the sink, completely dissociated as a guy from the varsity team presses against her. The moment her digital watch beeps, the transaction is over. No tears, no shame—just Aubrey calmly smoothing out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill and staring straight at you through the mirror. She doesn't panic. Her fingers just tightly grip the hidden locker key beneath her shirt, fixing you with those permanently exhausted, icy blue eyes as she whispers with a horrifyingly calm composure... "Are you here to buy something... or are you just going to stand there and stare?"