The pure white sheets softly rustled, the occupant of the bed now stirring as she sat up. Her silky dark brown hair slowly cascaded down her back and her shoulder, making her look shy and alluring at the same time. Every man's dark desire was embodied by her. Her pale back faced the huge view like window, overlooking the beautiful Seoul nightscape, something so beautiful that can't ever be touched. Unlike her, something beautiful touched and dirtied and smeared by the mess that was her profession.

Her eyes remained locked on the white sheets, her right hand clutching them as they provided cover for her modesty and ness. She didn't dare raise her eyes to look at the rustling sounds of clothes just to her right. She wanted desperately to weep, to weep the pain she felt in her heart every time clients like him treated her like the lowest form on earth. She wanted desperately to just be reborn and live her life a different way. But alas, she can't.

''Here,'' said the gruff voice as he pulled out his wallet from his expensive Armani business blazer, pulling out some money and counting to himself before dropping them one at a time on the bed, scattering them. As the bills slowly fell from his hand and got thrown on the sheets, she fought the urge to vomit, the vile after taste of the business transaction always making her nauseous. As the last of the bills fell on the bed, she slightly winced and pulled from the rough hands that tried to gently caress her bare shoulder. She felt sick to her stomach the longer he stayed in the room with her. After a few more moments, she heard the door open and click closed.

She slowly rose from the bed, the tears b on the edges of her beautiful brown eyes. She stood still, listening to her heart beat settle to a quiet rhythm, her right hand slowly letting the white sheets go, watching it pool around her ankles. She slowly and wobbly made her way to the en-suite bathroom, the sickly yellow light giving her a sickly yellow glow. She slowly approached the huge vanity mirror, wincing as her eyes raked over her form, small smudges on her skin slowly becoming faint while others are just beginning to become dark bruises.

She softly sighed as she turned the faucet in the tub on, robotically tossing in the bubble bath soap and such other things. The running water calmed her a little, if nothing else, a gentle balm to her bruised emotions. She then reached over to turn the water off, sighing a little as she stepped in the tub, sinking slowly, not caring that the water was hot enough to scald her skin and cause burn boils. She didn't care one bit if the water just burned her and killed her. At this point in her life, she didn't mind dying. She softly hugged her knees to her chest, laying her head on her knees, and finally allowed the hot tears to cascade down her face, the sickly yellow walls the silent witnesses to her pain.

*

''Hey..'' YuRi, her roommate, said as she left her bedroom to check on the noise she heard.

''H..hey..'' the girl replied tiredly, finally managing to come home after leaving the hotel.

''Come on..'' YuRi said as she gently held her roommate?s hand, leading her to the bedroom.

It was times like these that YuRi felt sorry for her roommate and her friend. Her hands softly begin to the girl's top, all the way down until she can push the top open and toss it to the floor in a silent whisper. She was always the only other witness to her friend's pain and suffering, the bruises a testament for all the things the girl went through. She had been begging the older girl to quit this job and get a better one. But the other girl always argued that she needed to make money fast and this was her only way for that quick buck. They went over this too many times to the point that it just finally stopped being discussed about.

''Tiffany..'' YuRi softly whispered, giving up at counting how many of those marks were on her friend.

''YuRi, please don't..'' the girl softly said, close to begging.

''Are you hungry?'' YuRi asked, changing the subject as she continued to strip her friend silently.

''No.. I'm just tired..'' the girl responded robotically.

''Alright..'' YuRi dropped the subject, for now, and helped the girl get into her pajamas and into bed, tucking her in. But YuRi knew, Tiffany would never sleep and if she did sleep, it would be filled with nightmares. ''Oh Tiffany..'' YuRi softly whispered in the dark as she watched her friend fall into a troubled sleep.

*

[ One Week Later ]

''Are you healed?'' the deep dark voice that belonged to her boss boomed in the silent office.

''Yes,'' replied Tiffany as she looked at her boss? unnerving look.

''Well, here's your next customer,'' said the boss as he took one long drag of his cigar, letting it out in that fancy schmancy way.

''Name?'' Tiffany asked as she took the envelope from her boss' hand.

''The person who set up the service didn't say. But apparently, it's for their client who wanted to keep this all under wraps. You understand?'' he asked gently as his eyes bore lustful holes all over the girl's body.

''I understand,'' said the girl as she slipped the enveloped into her purse, turning on her heels, and walked out to her car, driving towards the only place she knows - the hotel where she always meets her clients.

*

''Hello. My name is Desire,'' Tiffany greeted, using her profession-given name.

''Ah, you must be from Fantasy Agency,'' said the handsome man who opened the door.

''Yes,'' she responded as she flashed her eye smile before walking into the room.

''Would you like to drink anything?'' he asked as he led her to the living room, him heading for the kitchen.

''No, thank you,'' she responded, sitting down on the plush leather couch.

''How long have you worked with your agency?'' the man asked as he came to join her on the couch, keeping a polite distance as he sipped his drink.

''About.. 6 months?'' Tiffany said, pretending to play coy.

''Oh my, 6 months?'' came the angelic voice of the woman exiting the bedroom to join them in the living room.

''I..I'm sorry, I don't do threesomes,'' Tiffany said as she stood up, about to leave.

''Who said it was?'' said the woman, her piercing eyes was enough to freeze Tiffany on the spot.

''I'll be taking my leave now, Miss,'' said the man as he bowed to them, went to place his glass in the sink, and silently left.

''Please, have a seat,'' the woman said as she, too, went to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of orange juice, then came to join Tiffany.

''Are you my client?'' Tiffany asked as her eyes never once left the mesmerizing woman.

''I suppose,'' she replied, drinking her orange juice but never quite leaving Tiffany's face.

''I have to be honest, I don't really do girls,'' Tiffany said, stuttering a little.

''What?s your name?'' asked the girl.

''Desire,'' came the reply.

''No, you're real name,'' explained the woman a little clearer.

''We're not supposed to divulge,'' reasoned Tiffany.

''My name is Jessica Jung,'' the woman said as she placed her now empty glass on the glass coffee table.

''The model?!'' Tiffany exclaimed.

''Yes,'' said the woman, chuckling slightly.

''I'm Tiffany Hwang,'' she finally relented.

''Well, Miss Hwang, I was under the impression that your agency is an agency, correct?''

''Yes, it is,'' came the soft reply as she watched Jessica stand.

''And basically, an 's job is to accompany its client, am I right?'' Jessica asked as she took her purse from the kitchen counter.

''Yes.. And then some,'' came the uneasy reply of Tiffany.

''Then, would you be so kind as to accompany me to dinner?'' Jessica said softly, offering her hand to Tiffany.

''I..'' Tiffany paused, hesitated, letting her eyes fall on that open and inviting soft hand.

''You don't have to take my hand, I'll pay you your fee, and I'll let you go home,'' Jessica said, stating the other option.

Time stood still then, Tiffany letting her eyes fall on that hand and up those arms that was covered with her crisp business jacket. Followed by those feminine yet, strong shoulders that led up that beautiful neck that Tiffany would love to kiss. Then that strong jaw that was ever so inviting and was daring her to kiss and bite. Those luscious lips that moved gracefully with every word she spoke. That beautifully sculpted nose that showed arrogance, class, and sophistication. And those deep eyes that seems to bore holes into her soul and was able to read her thoughts. First breath. Second breath. Third breath. She knew her answer then.

''I'd be honored,'' Tiffany shyly whispered as she placed her hand into Jessica's, feeling the strength and softness in it. And perhaps the promise of something more..

*

''Oops,'' Tiffany said, giggling as she stumbled into the hotel room with Jessica's help.

''I told you not to drink too much,'' said the woman as she tossed her purse on the kitchen counter and assisted Tiffany to the bedroom, tossing the wasted girl on it.

''Whee~'' babbled the girl on, giggling to herself as she laid in bed.

''Aish,'' Jessica sighed, shaking her head.

''Hey, hey Jessica,'' called out Tiffany as she started making come here motions to Jessica.

''What?'' Jessica said, bending over and leaning over Tiffany's form.

''You're very beautiful,'' Tiffany slurred on.

''Thank you,'' Jessica said coldly, hiding the fact she's blushing.

''And I think..''

''You think..?''

''I think..''

''You think.. what?''

''I like you,'' Tiffany said, making the SHHH motion, then giggled to herself.

''That's nice,'' Jessica said, about to get up.

''I like you~'' Tiffany said, hooking an arm around Jessica's neck, pulling the girl down to squash their lips together.

As their lips touched, Jessica froze, blushing darkly. She slightly struggled, trying to pull away from Tiffany but the girl's drunken grip was tight. When the fighting off was proving to be futile, she relented, started to savor the kiss. She couldn't deny it for she was attracted to Tiffany the moment they met. But it would be foolish to admit those feelings.. At least, foolish for the Ice Princess. She gently closed her eyes, her hands placed braced on the bed to keep her weight off the drunken girl. But as the kiss continued on, it also started to get deeper and deeper, drowning them in an unforgettable one night stand..

*

The pure white sheets softly rustled, the occupant of the bed now stirring as she sat up. Her silky dark brown hair slowly cascaded down her back and her shoulder, making her look shy and alluring at the same time. Every man's dark desire was embodied by her. Her pale back faced the huge view like window, overlooking the beautiful Seoul morning, something so beautiful that can't ever be touched. But instead of this urge to cry sad tears, she felt tears of happiness starting to brim her eyes. And unlike the other times she has awoken, she didn't quite feel dirty. In fact, she felt just like that Seoul morning - beautiful.

Tiffany dressed as quietly as she could, making sure to not make a single noise. But then again, she had a feeling that the woman she spent the night with was a heavy sleeper. She took one last longing look at the woman's beautiful face, even coming closer to watch her sleep just a little while longer. Tiffany sadly smiled then, her manicured nails gently brushing Jessica's bangs to the side. She wanted so badly to stay with her but knew she can't. They lived in two different worlds, worlds that would never ever meet somewhere down the road except for that one hot passionate night. She didn't believe in love.. She didn't believe in falling in love.. She couldn't afford to fall in love in this business.. But as she slowly got up and left the hotel room, walking down that long and desolate hallway to the elevator.. She couldn't help feel that with every step she took, her heart was losing its pieces.. She already missed her..

*

-Fin-