Ibiye stands under the disused lampost, scantily dressed with her new hooker heels. She smacks her ruby lips repeatedly as she awaits a customer. She looks to her left; the numbers were thinning as most of the girls had left with their men for the night.
Two weeks ago, she had held a test result confirming that she was HIV positive. She had wailed like a banshee for days but tonight, she was a Jezebel and it was business as usual, besides she had a mouth to feed and a pimp to placate. Smiling seductively, she soon approached a car.