>So its been an unusual day for you.
>You don't usually go on Craigslist,
>You don't usually find yourself setting up an amateur escort,
>And you don't usually leave at 3 am to meet random Internet people at a run down McDonalds.
>yet one after another, these were more or less the steps that brought you here.
>The girl seemed nice, and, although you didn't get any pictures, 200 dollars for 3 hours seemed good enough to be worth the risk.
>But, as you walk into the "restaurant", the risks actually start to dawn on you.
>This could be a catfish
>She could have an std
>She could be...
"...not here?"
>you mumble to yourself.
>The McDonalds was all but empty aside from a cashier who looked, and smelled, like he was stoned out of his mind.
>You scan the room again and notice the top of a beanie sticking out from one of the booths.
>Jesus, how short was this girl?
>As you walk up, your mind goes to work on how the mechanics of this Frick frack are actually gonna work.
"I've got the tw-"
>As she, err he comes into view, you realize that this probably isn't who you're looking for.
>He was just a kid, maybe 13 or 14, with short blue/ black hair jutting out from his beanie
>Chris Henson flashes in your mind as you sputter out an apology.
"Sorry! Thought you were someone else!"
>He looked up from his tray, which was covered in four or five cheese burger wrappers.
>His eyes seemed gentle and sad. A thin trace of redness filled them.
>This kid looked exhausted.
>"So you're gonna drag me out here and jump ship the moment you see me?" he asks, eyes turning down in anger.
>If his appearance hadn't given away his age, his soft feminine voice certainly would have.
>"please--" he sighs trying to hide his frustration "please just give me a chance."
>His voice was full of shame.
"Listen, I just don't want to go to jail..."
>"Then why did you even come out here!?" he shouts.
"I didn't think I was going to star in an episode of To Catch a Predator! And, I'm not even into dudes, let alone little boys! "
>The anger suddenly drains from his face leaving only a dumbfounded expression.
>"Wait so you think..."
>He trails off putting the pieces together.
"You didn't do a good job of hiding it..."
>"Anon..." he looks like he's about to cry
>"I'm a girl."
"..."
>"a-and I'm 18... you can check my ID if you want..." he, she, they mumble morbidly.
>She pulls out an expired ID from when she was 14, but the math seemed to work out.
"I... I'm sorry..."
>desperately she interrupts you,
>"You can put a bag on my head if you need to. Just please don't go, I really need the money"
"No I meant I'm sorry for thinking that you were a boy. You seemed really hurt, and I didn't mean to do that."
>You say as you sit down.
>"oh... thank you" she mumbles
>"So, you're not leaving then?" she asks with a hint of hope.
"And I'm not gonna put a bag on your head either."
>She looks mortified at, what were, her own words
"listen, what's your name?"
>"Luna."
"Well Luna, do you wanna get out of here?"
 
 
>Maybe it was guilt for insulting her, or maybe it was pity for how desperate she was, but regardless you had still let this strange girl climb into your car.
>Luna's shame had been apparent since the beginning, but was much more present in the silence of the ride.
>"My place isn't exactly the nicest, but I'd feel a lot safer hosting... if that's alright for you." she explains cautiously
"Yeah, it's no problem at all"
>You're suddenly struck with how unsure she is.
>Surely, you think,  she's done this kind of thing before... right?
"So what do you need the money for?"
>You ask without taking your eyes from the road.
>"I didn't make rent last month..." she trails off.
>"My landlord told me I had till the end of the week to get 300 dollars together." her eyes twitch in annoyance.
"Wait, shit, I thought we agreed on 200."
> Panic slips through your voice.
>Immediately Luna stops you. "no no! We agreed on 200, you're fine. I have enough to make up the difference"
"Why didn't you just charge 300? 100 bucks an hour is still the cheapest pussy in town."
>She recoils, and turns her eyes downward
"..."
>Your own stupidity was staggering
>Luna pulls her knees into her chest and tries to smother her shaking.
>You pull the car over
"Luna."
>You turn to face her.
"I'm really sorry I said that..."
>She doesn't reply.
"I just meant to say that... that you're worth a lot more than what you're selling yourself for."
>She sniffles loudly, as small sobs escape her.
"Here."
>You take out your wallet and, by some miracle​, you find 120 dollars in cash alongside the envelope you had prepared earlier.
"Whatever ends up happening tonight, just take this."
>You press the money into her hands.
"That's 320... it's still not enough, but maybe we could go get something to eat and talk this over."
>Luna pulls her hands in and inspects the cash and the envelope.
>Her shaking stops, and then starts again significantly stronger this time.
>"W-why are you d-doing this?" she chokes out.
>"D-do you w-want me to..." her shaking hand reaches towards your pants.
>She turns her head away as she's about to grab your crotch.
>You take her hand in yours and hold it still.
"Be happy, that's all I want."
>She flinches, but turns back to you with tears rolling down her cheeks.
>"I'm sorry, Anon. You d-don't have to be so kind to me if y-you feel guilty..." she trails off
>Slowly she begins to put down the money.
>Just as she is about to let go, you stop her.
"Luna,"
>You look at her sternly.
"Lets go pay your rent."
>You press her hand, money and all, back into her tiny chest.
>Her soft sobbing continues as she goes back to hiding her face in her knees.
"..."
>Your savior complex was suddenly in full force as you drive to Luna's apartment.
>A few hundred dollars was a lot of money to just throw away, but the idea of rescuing this poor girl made you not care at all.
"So what do you normally do, Luna?"
>She looks confused at the question.
>"What do you mean, Anon?" she asks
"like your job, how did you pay for rent before last month?"
>"Oh, well... my sister had been sending me some money since I left my parent's house..." 
>She was clearly uncomfortable with the subject.
>"Cel probably just got tired of wasting money on me"
"Cel, that's your sister?"
>"Yup, it's short for Celestia."
"So how long have you been on your own then?"
>"About 3 years now"
"You've been alone since you were 15?"
>Your shock must be apparent.
>Luna shrugs glumly,
>"It's not a big deal, my family never really cared if I was around anyway..."
"What do you mean?"
>"My parents love Cel, she out shown me in every way and still does. Even when I lived with them, I could never be the daughter they wanted."
"So you ran away?"
>She looks longingly out of the window for a moment
>"No. not exactly... I was kicked out because my parents hate lesbians."
>A wave of sadness overtakes you.
"Oh, you're gay? I ... I didn't realize that you wer-"
>"No." Luna cuts you off with a snap. 
>She let's out a deep breath
>"I'm sorry..."
>"I'm not gay, but I took the fall for Cel when our parents found her porn."
>"They weren't even surprised when I "came out". They kicked me out and cut off all ties to me."
"Jesus..."
>"Yeah, fuck that guy."
"Celestia didn't stop them?"
>Luna looks down to her hands. 
>"She couldn't, she was in her first year of college and needed our parent's money to graduate."
>A hint of anger stains her words.
>"She was never going to give up her status for me... and now she's just forgotten about me completely."
"Luna..."
>"I really don't want to talk about it, Anon."
"Well that's alright because the gps says that we're here"
>Luna looks up suddenly as you pull over next to a sketchy looking bar
>"oh, right, sorry..."
"This is where you live?"
>The bar looked more like a crack house aside from the dimly lit neon sign sitting in the window.
>As you step out of the car, you get a better look and read the sign aloud.
"The Blue Moon?"
>"No cheaper place in town than a broom closet above a dive bar" Luna replies.
 
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