The young girl could feel the cold through her coat; it left a harsh burn in her throat and her nose. Her shoes kicked at the white powder as she closed the Schnee family's front gate. Time to head to work.
"It's all in a day's work" Her voice shook as she mimicked the only real advise her father had given her in her entire life, her breathing coming in white puffs of smoke from her pale lips. He was too busy with labor unions and lawsuits to worry about his youngest daughter. Winter was the one prepped and posed for the cameras; Weiss was just thrown in the back and discarded entirely. She was hardly even considered an heiress with the stunts she pulled.
The white haired teen pulled out her phone, scrolling through message after message, each one from a different client. 300 for 2 hours, 500 for 3, whoever offered the most "won" the honor of Snow White for their time; not a minute less, not a minute more.
That One.
Weiss stopped on a number she had visited before, 500 for 1 hour. She practically had the meeting point's address memorized at this point. She quickly sent the man a message, reading "the usual, 20 minutes" and she was off, making her way to possibly the worst place in all of Vale.
Her boots left a hollow thud on the worn and warped wood of the run down motel, and her hands found themselves clutched nervously at the straps of her bag as she paced the lobby. He was always late, but never like this.
Just like always, she could smell him before she could see him. The unmistakable smell of spirits that accompanied most of her clients was the only real indicator that it was time to walk with a little more sway in her hip and to talk with a little growl in her voice.
"Room for 2" The roughness of his voice made Weiss's skin crawl, but she knew better than to step away from him. The last thing she needed was to go from Snow White to black and blue.
Before the door was even closed she began undressing, setting the timer on her phone.
60 minutes starts now.
Blazer first, maybe she could ignore the wet kisses that were thrown on her skin. She slipped out of her shirt, dismissing the rough and calloused hands on her hips as she reached for the flask in her purse.
By the time she was laying on her back, the only thing she felt was the hot breath on her neck as she waited for the soft drone from her phone.
