Red Light Ladies

We roam the streets of Amsterdam looking to sell our bodies.Hell, we'd sell our souls if we could, but those don't belong to us anymore.They belong to the man who decided that we belong to him.It's his house, his rules-our bodies.Four of us aren't what we seem.We look for ways to leave this place, for ways to be free.But all freedom comes with a price, and some prices are far too high to pay.Even for us.