On my 18th birthday, I took my friends out to sing karaoke.

Then we all got drunk, found a hotel, and checked in.
They didn't know where they got a girl from, and she was pushed into the room and left.
The girl came in and started to take off her clothes, which scared me half to death.
I asked her: Are you a prostitute?
She said: No.
I said: Okay, then let's just chat.
She told me that she had a boyfriend when she was 16,
and by 17 she was pregnant and married that guy.
Now that guy doesn't make money either, and the child isn't small anymore,
and that guy often hits her. As she was talking, she started crying.
I then gave her all the remaining money in my pocket, hoping she could buy some food for the child.
She said: Big brother, I can't take your money for nothing.
It was at that moment I realized she was a prostitute.
I said: I'm not here to solicit prostitution.
She had already taken off her skirt and asked me if I thought she was dirty.
I said: Absolutely not.
She then started to take off my clothes.
At that moment, I was nervous and embarrassed.
If I didn't go along, I would think she was dirty.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. I quickly took the opportunity to crawl off the bed and open it.
When I opened the door, it was the police.