Yurika the Prostitute

This is just an image I whipped up after an idea came into my head while on the internet watching a few documentaries about prostitution in America, a sad little "what if?" tale of how the once mighty amazon's life suddenly became so bleak, and miserable. How would she be able to cope with the sudden changes, and adapt to her new less than favorable surroundings. I don't know, I just felt like experimenting with something, and just over all getting outside of my comfort zone a little. Let me know what you guys think of the image, and this little story I made that goes along with it in the comments....




Yurika: "Ugh.....seriously, how did my life end up like this? It seems like just yesterday I had a pretty normal, and happy existence. I had a lot of great friends, a good paying job, and a pretty nice place to call my own. Yeah, back then I was pretty famous too, there used to be fighting tournaments all around the world, and I would show up to some of them, and compete. I was "The Blue Amazon" back in those days, I was loved, respected, and even feared by some. I could still hear the cheering now, especially from all of the men there in attendance. Ah, my glory days, my life was so much better back then, though now that I think about it EVERYTHING was so much better back then...*sigh* I wish I could just go back in time to relive those days, before everything fell apart, and went straight to hell. Now I'm in my mid thirties wearing this flimsy little outfit, and walking around these unsafe streets.  I suppose it all started with my job, when the place I worked at got shut down. I guess the club just wasn't making enough money because apparently my dumb ass boss thought it would be a great idea to start selling illegal drugs on the side to make a few extra bucks, or at least.....that's what I was TOLD any way. I don't know, I mean he certainly wasn't the smartest guy around, but he was able to run the club for a few years even before I got there so he couldn't have been that much of an idiot, I guess I'll never truly know, and at this point it doesn't really matter anyway. On top of that this whole country fell into some kind of depression, people started losing jobs left, and right. Entire corporations started shutting down because of fading business, city after city soon became one giant hell hole after another, and to top it all off....civilians started to engage in war with each other as a result. That's how my dad got hurt, some dickhead with a gun shot him in the back, and paralyzed him from the waist down, and he couldn't get an operation because the his health insurance was no longer useful. The company that provided it also went out of business, as did the police office he worked for, and the bank where he had his entire life savings. I guess those jerkoffs decided to just take his money, and run off with it...so, my dad has been with me this whole time, but with absolutely NO OTHER OPTIONS I've very reluctantly decided to turn to....well.....THIS......as a means to make ends meet in order to support the both of us. Though to be honest, rarely is there ever any actual customers around, this whole place turned into a straight up war zone long ago, and most of the people I see on the streets are usually gang members, drug dealers, criminals of others sorts, or corpses.....yeah, THIS is my life now.....I fucking hate it, but there is no way out of here for me, and even if I could leave, what about my dad? I can't leave him behind, after all at this point he is one of few reasons I continue to get out of bed every morning. I mean, I can still take care of myself, and fight off at least MOST of the dangers around here, but.....I really wish this wasn't my life now, maybe sometime in the future things might change for the better.....I hope. Well, for now I guess I just gotta tough it out, and do what I gotta do to keep us both alive even if I don't like it...oh! *Spots a young guy in the distance*  He looks kinda nice I guess.....time to go to work....." *END*