Her first client is an old gentleman. She takes off her clothes and massages him in the nude. Tears come to her eyes, but he doesn't notice. Her thoughts turn to her children, and she feels dirty. But she needs the money. She can't find another job and has no other way to pay the rent.
Men go to massage parlors for altogether different reasons. Indeed, many are looking for more than a massage.
In the dark world of prostitution, feelings are forgotten. In the struggle over sex and money, the human component is cast aside. Love Angels, the working girls in the world's oldest profession, are caught in the middle.
If you asked them, they'd tell you they hate this job. The business owners are greedy and manipulative. The other girls are seen as competitors and can't be trusted. The receptionists who line up the clients are often backstabbers. And the men who come in for these certain services are nameless, faceless souls who, in search of brief pleasure, forget about the lasting things in their lives--their families, their jobs, their reputations. To the girls, they are nothing but an open wallet.
Meanwhile, people judge. The sex industry in general and working girls in particular remain outcasts. That fact hasn't changed through time. It is in this context--as part of a profession that continues to be at odds with society, with religion, and with itself--that the author tells her story of desperation in a dark and depressing world.