Scar Tissue
She sparked his interest, that girl with the laughing eyes and the low-cut dress. She wiggled and flirted, leaving him wanting more. He was helpless when she pulled him by the red collar of his jacket into the darkened alleyway.
Between the groping and unbuttoning, he felt the extensive scar tissue on her back.
"Where did-" he began, cut off by her kiss.
"Usually it's 'where do', sugar. July. You know, you're the first one to ask."
He slumped over her, blonde hair tickling her cheek.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Don't be," she replied, lightening his wallet by several double-dollars.
Young!Vash and LostJuly!Hooker. What? It's possible.