I give a tight-lipped smile and glance around. Jeez, it's as if I just walked into a dress shop with all the clothes, shoes, and makeup displayed everywhere.
I spot a bright red dress on the bed and smirk. "Hand me that red dress," I instruct Jayden, my fist clenching with anxiety. She grabs the dress and hands it to me while smiling. She's happy. She feels safe, knowing our worries of surviving are over, and that makes me happy.
"Oh, you'll need these." Margo turns and opens a dresser drawer, pulling out something and tossing it on the bed.
"Fishnets? Isn't that a little cliché?" I giggle, looking at Jayden who's laughing, too.
"Embrace ya' stereotypes, baby. These men, they want that taboo feeling of being with a prostitute. The back of cars, dirty motel rooms, that's what sells arou
