Nearby, a priest was walking by, checking up on the homeless and the poor in that part of town. As he walked towards P.L., she changed her appearance, swapping her slutty hooker look for a more homely (but still pretty) innocent girl look. She wore a modest full length "church-type" dress that didn't really show off her feminine figure. She was quite a contrast to her surroundings. You wouldn't expect a girl like that to be in such a bad part of town.
"Miss?" the priest asked, walking towards her.
"Yes, Father?" she asked. It was a quiet, but sweet, voice.
"Are you lost?"
She looked around her. "I think so. Actually, I don't remember how I got here."
"Come with me. We'll go back to my church. Then we'll figure out what happened to you."
She smiled brightly. "Thank you, Father."
Moments later, Street came out of the rundown warehouse. But P.L. was nowhere to be seen.
"Where'd that bitch go?"
