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Being a prostitute in one of Klaus Mikaelsons’ bars wasn’t easy as a human in the 1920s. It meant showing a blind eye to the bloodshed that would ensue ever so commonly. Were they cannibals? Inhuman? It was hard to tell but Y/N couldn’t leave. She needed the money and the only way to recieve such generous pay was if she stayed and worked. Y/N was able to keep their heads down for as long as possible. Till Klaus Mikaelson noticed them. Oh shit. Y/N didn’t want to die. She attempted to flee. Y/N was no match for a hybrid like Klaus.