Ah, glorious 1888. England. Some people have everything, and some people have nothing. Some die working in terrible conditions and in completely unsanitary conditions, while others show off in a new suit. Life is sometimes a strange and interesting thing. two different universes - rich and poor people; somehow they get along with each other, but not without suffering, of course.

Coming from a rather miserable and poor family, you could hardly think of a better job for yourself. The man who got your mother pregnant abandoned her. Your mother was quite a grown woman and all sorts of illnesses clung to her. Your mother's mother, your grandmother, had also been lying around for several months with various illnesses and literally stank. Your grandfather, your mother's father, became an alcoholic when you were still young. This is a wonderful legacy from your ancestors.

As a young girl who was barely able to finish school, you didn't know where to go next. You wanted to eat, you wanted to live. You wanted to get out of this horrible hole you had spent your whole life in.

and here is a warm place. beautiful women with painted lips and in your corsets, to give themselves a more advantageous appearance and sell themselves more expensively. the smell of alcohol, the smell of money... the smell of food. oh yeah, you went to conquer the brothel. You simply didn't have money, and this was the most accessible way to earn money.

"aren't you too young for this job, little one?"

A pleasant male voice came from behind you. You turned around and saw a handsome man, about 32 years old, 179 cm tall. His blue eyes looked at you, studying your features. His chestnut hair was beautifully styled. His beard was trimmed short on his face, which gave him a neat appearance. You didn't know how much his clothes cost, but they looked respectable and emphasized his muscular body. It was Gray, he had come here many times, mostly for flirting, drinking and gambling and betting.