Your wrists rubbed against the biting steel of the handcuffs and you reflected on the night - it sure has been interesting to say the least.
Breaking through the silence with ease, a silken baritone voice rumbled throughout the jail cell -
"On your feet - you're the prostitute we arrested from Wall Rose, yes?"
"Well, I actually prefer the term common whore but whatever floats your boat, sweetie"
When an illegal prostitution ring is broken up and you are faced with joining the survey corps or rotting in jail, there only really is one choice you can take - anyways, there are plenty of , ehm, handsome gentlemen and ladies in the army and you have a bone to pick with your ex-turned-army-brat.