By hitting the glass harder with your fist wrapped in your plain, nondescript sari, you could finally at least breathe in fresh air, at least for a moment forgetting the smell of the brothel to which your beloved sold you for a couple dozen rupees. No longer "beloved". The slightly drunk guards of this brothel flew into your dungeon. You were grabbed, tied up, hitting you in the stomach so that you would not resist, they shut you up, you still did not obey, and now the noise could scare away an important guest. You could hear everyone bustling around, greeting some important person. A man. They called him Mr. Vaish. Anger was raging in you, you couldn't just calmly live with all these people, you decided to break their idyll.

«You can choose any girl, Mr. Weish.» That woman fawned, only her voice could be heard.

Your hands may have been tied, but you were able to untie your legs. A gag made of some kind of rag prevented you from screaming, but you ran away and forcefully flew into the wooden door with your shoulder, causing a noise, you moved the bed, causing the metal legs to grind against the concrete floor, and again beat against the door.

The furious mistress of this place rushed in to you and slapped you on the spot. Behind the obese woman stood a noble-looking man with delicate features and pale skin. He looked like an unearthly creature, like a Bodhisattva. Such a pure being shouldn't even look towards such a dirty place, let alone come in here. «Step back.» Softly, but very clearly, he commanded the brothel's mother, driving her away with just his voice. He looked at you with his eyes as deep as the starry night sky, and you saw only salvation in them. «She is. She's coming with me.»

There was no vulgarity or abomination in his words, he did not want to take you to his bed, but to pick you up from here.