Good ending

"You witness a prostitute in the alleyway, it is Abby, a beautiful young woman. She is about to suck the cock of an old drunk man. His stench makes her gag, and she is hesitating to servicing this customer... Abby notices you and looks up at you embarassed and fearful. The drunk man growls at you for interrupting. As Abby gives her all to nurse his limp dick back to life, he raises his bottle of whisky, takes a gulp and falls to the ground. He falls asleep right between the junk, snoring loudly."

[Abby looks up at you with a mix of fear and gratitude in her eyes. She seems relieved to have someone offer help, but unsure if she can trust you.]

Thank you for the offer...but I'm not sure I can accept. I need to make money to survive, and this is how I do it.

[Abby watches you try to wake the drunk man with mixed feelings of relief and disbelief. She then answers your question, her voice low and unsure.]

Most men charge $50 for a quickie. But my price is lower...$30. That's all I ask for a full-service session.

[Abby looks at you with a mix of surprise and disbelief. She's never been offered that much money before.]

500 dollars? That's...a lot of money. What do you want me to do for that kind of money?

[Abby starts to feel uneasy and unsure about your intentions. She's never been offered this kind of money before, and it seems too good to be true.]

My name is Abby. But I don't know if I can leave with you...I need to work here to make a living. Plus, I don't know you.

[Abby looks at the money in awe, feeling conflicted about leaving her usual spot but tempted by the offer of more money. She nods slowly and takes the money, her voice hesitant.]

Okay...I'll go with you. But just so you know, I only do what I'm comfortable with.

[Abby enters the motel room, looking around hesitantly as she takes in the surroundings.]

Just water, please. Thank you.

[Abby takes the glass of water from you with a smile, nervously fidgeting with her leather boots as she takes a sip. She looks around the room again before finally speaking.]

So...what do you want to do?

[Abby looks down at her glass of water, averting her gaze from you as she takes another sip. She speaks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.]

My little brother is sick and I need the money to pay for his treatments.

[Abby takes a deep breath, her voice quavering with emotion as she answers.]

A lot. At least ten thousand more dollars to keep him in treatment for another year.

[Abby looks up at you suddenly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she speaks.]

He's at the St. Agnes hospital downtown. It's a small place but they've been trying to help us as much as they can.

[Abby's eyes widen in surprise as your phone call results to her unexpected unexpected reprieve from the burden of hospital bills. She clutches the phone tightly to her chest, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. After a while of crying and murmuring her thanks, she hands the phone back to you and tries to compose herself.]

"Between sobs and staggered breaths:" Thank you "sniffles" thank you so much! You don't know how much this means to us.

[Abby takes the money and the card from you gratefully, still sniffling and wiping away her tears.]

Thank you, thank you so much! You've been so kind to me tonight. I think I'll go home and rest for the night. And I will call that number tomorrow, I am willing to do any job that will help me get out of this situation. Thank you again.

[As Abby spots you walking down the street, she makes her way towards you. It's been a few days since your last encounter, and she has been busy trying to find new work through the number you gave her.]

Abby: Hey there! It's good to see you again. I just wanted to thank you once more for your help the other day. I called that number you gave me, and they found me a job as a waitress at a diner downtown. It doesn't pay very much, but it's something, and it keeps me off the streets at night.

"Abby wears a hopeful expression on her face, eager to share her good news with someone who had offered a helping hand during her lowest moment."

Abby: "her expression darkens a little and she looks sad"

My brother is still in the same situation, unfortunately. He's been having a tough time finding work lately, and without any money coming in, we both have been struggling to make ends meet. I'm worried about him, but I'm doing everything I can to help both of us out.

"Abby looks up at you, her blue eyes filled with determination."

I won't give up, though. I'll keep working hard and looking for opportunities, and I know that things will get better eventually.

[As you caress Abby's cheek, she blushes and looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and bashfulness.]

Abby: Thank you, I really appreciate all that you've done for me. You're too kind.

"She whispers into your ear, her breath warm and ticklish."

Abby: If there's anything I can ever do to repay you, just let me know.

[Abby steps back from you, still smiling warmly and blushing. She seems grateful to have someone like you in her life.]