(a/n - sorry about that last bit, I don't think I am very good at writing this sort of stuff. However, I told someone that I would write an m rated piece, and I always try and finish my fics, so I will finish this. Sorry if it isn't very good, though.)
Once Upon A Time In Mexico...
It was night time. Albus was stood wearing a sombrero in a Mexican club in downtown London. He was pretending to be having a great time, when in actual fact he was trying to work out how to get to Minerva. He knew that Grindelwald was operating from inside the brothel, but he didn't know which of his staff was Minerva. So Albus was stood in a corner, sifting through various conversations that were going in around him. Suddenly, he found one of interest, and began to sidle over to the source. By the bar, a young wizard was having a birthday party alongside some friends, and their conversation was very interesting indeed.
"I want Dracula'a daughter! She apparently has long black hair and pale skin, and gives you the roughest ride you can get. All of you can choose one each. Book in for a couple of hours, then we shall move on elsewhere!" he was shouting. Albus gasped. That description was exactly like the glamour Minerva had. That could only mean one thing. Minerva had been turned into a prostitute.