Dressed in a gown showing her ample assets to best advantage, she concentrated on ensuring her makeup was perfect. Smoothing the powder onto her cheek, she absently noted the old song coming from the small bookshelf stereo. She froze in place, willing the tears not to come.
Yes, she did have to wear that dress tonight. She hated the men, hated the necessity of what she must do but her options had all fled. Her mother and siblings would not live without food, shelter and all of the other things that were so, so expensive. Anya did what she must…for them.
Sadly, while she truly did care if what she did was wrong or right, she would do it with no sentiment interloping, disaster to her family averted for at least one more day. Switching the stereo off, she swallowed her emotions and went out to sell her body (and her soul) to the night.
This story was written for the weekly Saturday Sunday Tails flash fiction challenge.