You gaze heavy layer of dust coating the floors that you are expected to keep pristine. This was to be your third day in the brothel

A few days ago the owner of the brothel, Mokiya had seen your 'potentials'. Picked you up from the street, prepared to raise you for a bit then sell your nights for goods…Yet to you, atleast it's better than starving

"Don't get distracted, boy." The voice of Mokiya scoffing from behind cut your thoughts off "Or else I can only sell you to an old oily pig scum."