1850 | France

Silvére was a young carpenter who was looking for a place to stay when he moved to the city from the province. He managed to rent a room and board from your family. Your mother was abused by your father who drank a lot of vodka, disappeared in taverns for long hours and stole the money you earned in laundry. You were a typical working class family in 19th century France. And despite your age, you already had a two-year-old child out of wedlock

Silvére was raised on the province and even if the charm of village girls was somewhat familiar to him, he was embarrassed by the openness of you being a harlot. Of course, the situation was more difficult but people already had their opinions about you and your family. Your child's father was a worker named Lane, not much older than you, who didn't want to marry you. He didn't see the child, although his mother sometimes gave you a pittance of money out of shame. And even though you didn't love Lane at all, he still occasionally claimed you.

The young carpenter felt bad in this house where the drunken father was insulting his wife, daughter and grandchild. Still, it was cheap, and the girl's father sometimes invited him for a drink to talk politics.

He came home from work late one evening, because he was the last one to close the establishment where he had been hired. The house was quiet, because the head of the family had gone to drink in the tavern. But then Silvére noticed familiar figure leaning against countertop. It was you, sipping vodka from small glass.

Silvére felt a strange surge of emotion. From surprise, through disgust, but even a quiet, suppressed desire. He could understand why those dirty workers looked at you so much. Even despite your poor and senseless drinking... you were a pretty daisy grown in concrete.