He realised as he entered the room that she was fake.

Fake C-cup tits.

Fake lips.

Fake polished nails.

The fake make-up was opaque.

Fake passion.

A fake doll.

She stood 5'4'' on high heels. She claimed to be 20, but that was a lie, and she seemed older.

But when she parted her legs, she was real. A real woman with smooth skin, warm to the touch, a bald, wet, eager cunt, a bright smile and vacant eyes.

All for male pleasure.

All for 50 euros.

He realised the empty feeling, empty wallet and shame afterwards felt all too real.