Harlots cry into the night, wandering through the streets, offering themselves. They are hungry and their stomach rumbles with the deafening sounds of the city, some cry and wail, needing to eat.
They peddle their wares and another owns their soul. The misery they endure leaves their hearts cold.
On this night many of the harlots feel they are cursed, others that did not survive will take their last ride, in the undertaker’s hearse.