A poetic short story.

The Lord Lucifer was her savior.
She was a Queen of the Night.
The sheets of strangers are her bed for that night.
She walks along the beach
picking up sailors like seashells.
Some are tall and handsome,
some are fat and rich.
But they all pay big money to the illustrious whore.
For just one night of pleasure…you can pay now, as little as $200 — an hour.
She never refuses you,
unless you can’t pay of course.
Then…