He comes once a month, gives me the best night of my life and then POOF, just like the pumpkin carriage at the stroke of midnight, he’s gone. Cinderella and I have a lot in common. You see, I’m a working girl too, except I work in sex. And there’s definitely no fairy godmother hanging around the Nevada brothel. No glass slippers either, but something brings him back to me every month. My very own Prince Charming. If only I had a spell to make him stay...