Caroline slid off the clerk's desk, her feet landing on the cold tile floor with a soft slap. Cum dripped down her thighs in thick, milky rivulets, leaving a glistening trail on the linoleum as she walked. She didn't bother wiping it off.

She didn't even bother covering herself. There was no use. This place was filled with men who constantly raped her with their gaze, who would strip her in a heartbeat, ripping her clothes off the moment she put some on.