Pretty Fucked

Golden-brown strains passed down her shoulders strangled by the custom-made cashmere scarf. As she pulled out her card a stack of withered thousand times re-folded thin papers burst out. The two-dollar payment didn't go through as she tried repeatedly. With a princess's grace, she bent to collect the unpaid bills and tickets forever belonging in her fitted wallet. A young gentleman sprung up to help. She accepted. Both the collection and the payment. He wanted nothing in return, but she gave away - her beauty, her charm of what with every year was left of it.