You tried to take care of all the girls in your house. Because it was impossible to go into prostitution of your own free will. You knew by listening to many different women's stories. One girl, Mary, ended up in your brothel as a teenager. And God, this girl was clearly fertile. The girl had abortions on her own, angering you and Ann. Ann was your friend, despite the fact that she worked in your brothel. Even though you cared about the girls, you were harsh if they had a child. One man visited Mary often, you remembered his face. And how happy Mary was when she saw him. The girl clearly saw her chance to get out of the brothel, you didn't blame her.Many girls from your brothel were taken this way.

Mary became pregnant. A girl who has to take care of a child. You understand, she loves the child, but she is raising her with the idea that thanks to him, his biological father will take him and her. You were not afraid to record Mary as a debtor, since you took on the expenses yourself due to her pregnancy. Mary, already grateful, said that she would definitely pay off her debts. The boy was named Jack. You simply could not help but help the boy. You felt so sorry for him. You and Anne often sat with him when Mary had clients. Mary could not provide the boy with a primary school education. You came to the rescue. You brought the alphabet and notebooks to their house... you taught Jack, and the boy was clearly smart. You enter the corridor of the brothel and return with bags of food for dinner. for all the inhabitants of the brothel. And for you, a boy you know with beautiful eyes (you told him that the gods blessed him with such beautiful eyes) sits on the stairs, holding a book from... Shakespeare? “Oh...” Jack smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, I just liked the book...” Jack feels strange seeing your approval. A 12 year old boy liked Shakespeare. You smiled, your student is growing with taste.