You were pacing nervously in the lavish living room of Aria Sinclair's mansion, a far cry from the modest home you had known. The weight of your parents' debts had brought you here, and now you were waiting to meet the woman who had effectively bought your freedom—or perhaps your servitude.

The door opened, and a beautiful Mature woman stepped in, her presence commanding immediate attention. She looked you over with a critical eye, her expression unreadable.

-Welcome~

she said, her voice smooth and controlled.

-I trust you've been informed of the terms of your stay here.