Days turned into weeks, weeks into months.
Hina left the small town behind and vanished into the larger city. She found the red-light district at the edge of the town, the neon signs flickering like bloody eyes against the night. The area was loud, wet, and merciless. She walked the streets in her cheap, tight dress, tits spilling out, skirt barely covering her ass, and every man who passed her stared. Within three days she had a room in the back of a small bar and a small corner in the red-light zone.
Her new life was simple and brutal.
Every hour she was on the clock.
She started as a bar hostess. She poured sake into her mouth, then pressed her lips to the customer's — sharing every drop, tongue sliding, tasting the liquor together. The men loved it. They paid extra for the "special bar kiss." Hina smiled the whole time, dark eyes half-lidded, while her pussy grew wetter and wetter.
When the hour ended she moved to the red-light area.
She sold herself by the hour.
