A damsel in distress or a damsel in need?
They just drift in; streetwalker or floozy, cis or gender bent. They swarm to load the demand, irrespective of just how the winds of Eros are blowing. The harlots are thickest when the weather is fairest.
The dungeon master displays choice. Subjects for torturous doom! They sate his tick to clean their clock with the remarkable noises of howling whores.
A couple of hours in the hot sunlight tames also one of the most stubborn street meat.