Dedicated to womanhoodâ€¦
Entrance made to the sin city with game planned motives to squeeze out the maximum information from the needy girls and women within the caged den of prostitution was eventually an easy task in the impoverished land of Philippines initially. Being a reporter from the Western world TV channel, my priorities were to highlight the lifestyle of womanhood under the grave identity crisis there. Mingled among the shameless striptease artists, my prime goal never diverted the mind with secrecies maintained within them and me beyond the nightclub razzmatazz ofAngeles City. At someplace of the subconscious mind, it repeatedly appealed me from avoiding the Filipino charisma of nudity. However, melting into the mindsets of those performers grew tougher, whenever I tried to develop closeness to collect personal information of the lifestyle they spent on the backdrop of nightlife. Starting off with a playboy attitude to explore the cross-cultural studies was shaping up to be an uphill task, till the final discovery of a face mould with touch of innocence was made.
Subdued about the fact-finding points to provide evidential reports to my organisation would have not come with ease, if I had not met Arianne with the guidance of a professional pimp that required hefty money to be spent out of my pocket then. The memories are still clear when I required to pay two-thousand peso bill into his pocket prior to entering the private chamber of hers every night after 11 PM. And the payments did not end there as I always had to add another two-hundred peso bill before leaving the private chamber of Arianne in the morning, to win over the confidential secrecies that we shared between each other for a precise period of one month. However, at certain point of instances during the developing phases of our relationship, refrained her from accepting that additional money; because somewhere her inner voice found a purity of humane love grooming between us rather than lustful lovemaking.
Our rendezvous though began with a masked mindset of mine being disguised as a foreign tourist from America inside the dim and stuffy cabinet, where she was prepared to allure me by removing her strappy T-shirt instantly after welcoming me to get seated beside her on the spongy mattress laid over her bed. Usually, she does not expect a customer to stay beyond an hour to fulfil the quench of lust they borne in; but I appeared as an exceptional case before her who barred her from removing the clothes that she wanted to do in haste. â€˜Whatâ€™s your name?â€™ I asked her with surfacing doubts in my mind by keenly observing that she rolled down her T-shirt, though her cleavage was prominent before my sight. â€˜Arianne Dialino,â€™ she replied in a mild note and shot back an immediate question on me, â€˜Whatâ€™s your name baby?â€™ I was initially unprepared to reveal the truth, but certain living impulse allowed me to answer back the real name of mine, â€˜I am Prince Jenkinsâ€™.
Without certainties of knowing the probable routine life she experienced amid the red light zone of Philippines, the next tendency vibrated the vocal cords of mine to ask her, â€˜Can we be friends Arianne?â€™ with lurking doubts surfacing on my mind. For a while the words made her mum as I noticed her face turned pink with short reply in shivery tone, â€˜Yes, but how?â€™ Altogether, the interactions between us began with emotional talks discussed between us with my disguised motives to hunt for excavating into the entirety of her life among livelihoods. Dressed in a yellow coloured strappy T-shirt and bluish shorts she sat beside me with her left limb crossed over the right one. Somewhere I observed her waxed skin being sweating due to the sultriness of the climate in that country on the month of April, that displayed a glazed look of hers under the dimness of light inside the closed door chamber.
Fondness grew between us with friendly titbits been shared with covered up lies from my side, as I had to maintain the professionalism underneath whatever dramatic sentimental acts blew out of my mouth to eventually sway her into a world of optimism gradually. The first night spent in the ambience of a twenty-year old girl did provide the first appearance of hope to extract needful meanings of communication with certainty of substantial report coverage in near future. Nights rolled by beside her presence, with the bond of friendliness shaping deeper with conviction of heartfelt affections from both angles. Arianne never tried to allure me with her sexual prowess anymore, rather welcomed me with a cheesy grin into her cabinet every night. She also maintained secrecies of the developing relationship as I had to switch-on my digital camera to get the evidential prove of the discussions being held between us.
Belonging to the family of seven sisters where a father earns a paltry wage of around five-hundred peso every month for livelihood has had gradually pushed her to accept the profession of prostitution despite understanding the moral compass of life. â€˜You know Princeâ€¦ my sisters do not know how I earn money for them, but they are happy till I manage to contribute a fruitful amount at the end of the month,â€™ said the weeping face of hers with moving lips that was getting recorded on my video camera. Economic hurdles are the major drawbacks in this island nation, where girls accept the deceptive nightlife glitz with the known facts of losing morality in the society, and Arianne was not an exception from them either. Unable to continue with good education, she left her home a year back to accept this profession; where she finally opted to give in her morality and expose the fleshy beauty of hers being tasted by several sugar daddies in the society within that yearlong time space.