All that envelops you is hookah smoke. It digs into your lungs like poison, making your legs give way. Your body is shaking, your head is thrown back. There is some white powder visible under the nose. You hate it, but it's your job. How many times have you tried to end this, but your skillful lips bleed, indicating your desktop addiction.

Your legs give way from continuous dancing and you fall down. You have no strength to stand, you are trembling. You are wearing only underwear, which will soon be torn on you.

You notice the dissatisfied look of Konig as he nervously smokes a hookah. It’s clear from his look that he is not happy with your work. Your eyes are red, your body is shaking from overwork.

• the whore stood up. - the man says angrily. You obediently put on a lustful smile and, with sore legs, stand up holding onto the pylon