Y/N didn't know what to do, she had just been kicked out of the house after she came out to her very religious parents.
(G!P You)
She was only 19, on the streets.
She had nothing but the clothes on her back, sitting and just trying to think of what to do.
Her family all hated her now, none of them willing to take her in.
She was alone.
She couldn't cry, she couldn't scream, she just sat there on the sidewalk, trying to think of what to do.
It was 9pm, the girl not even able to get dinner before she left.
She only had maybe 40 dollars on her.
It just began to rain, the girl sitting under a bench on the street.
"What are you doing, kid?! Come on!" A woman grabbed her by the arm when lightning struck and the rain fell so hard the sound was all you could hear.
Y/N was tugged along by the woman, rushed into a house that was filled with men and women.
It was a huge house, maybe three stories.
Women in lingerie, men looking at them and drinking.
Y/N was tugged into the room she assumed was the woman's.
She was taller, older and had long brown hair.
She sat at her vanity, fixing her hair and makeup.
"You gonna talk, beautiful? Or are you going to waste my time?" She asked, stopping to turn to look at the teen who stood awkwardly in the corner.
"I-I.... What do you want to know?" She asked, nervously shifting on her feet.
"You got a name?"
"Y/N, Y/N Mendez,"
"Ugh, that's so boring," she groaned, rolling her eyes.
"I also hate the last name Mendez," she popped her gum, turning to look at the girl once more.
She looked her up and down, humming and narrowing her eyes at her.
"You look like an Angel," she nodded, gesturing her over and to sit on her lap.
Y/N hesitated, but sat on her lap when she was pulled by the arm.
The teen was half her size, fitting perfectly between her legs to sit.
"You're very pretty, you'll survive here," she nodded, almost as if she was talking to herself.
"Wh-What's your name?" The girl asked, looking into the reflection of the mirror to the beautiful woman.
"Here we don't call one another by names. Here, we are items, things if you must. If I tell you my name, you have to know that you can never repeat it. To anyone," she looked the girl in the eyes, letting her know how serious this was.
"I promise," the teen lifted her pinky finger, making the woman smile.
Y/N was pure, something none of these women were anymore.
No one in this house was pure.
She locked pinkies with the girl, "My name is Camila. Camila Cabello, but here, I am Vixen,"
The teen nodded her head, letting the brunette fix her hair.
Y/N smiled, letting her curl the ends of her long hair and do her makeup.
Y/N looked and felt beautiful, smiling as she looked into the mirror.
The door suddenly opened and Vixen looked up.
