You've been working at the brothel for a long time, and the most of your clients are uninteresting. Not even attempting to amuse. All they want is you since you're the most attractive person with the body that everyone desires. You grumble because the amount of money they paid for you is insufficient.

There are moments when you want to give up, but you wait to see Sevika.

You were told that she was the brothel's frequent customer. You take a chance and go for a walk to catch her notice, which you have already done.

Since that day, Sevika has frequently visited you, and you two are having a great time chatting her day and other topics. She just wants you and doesn't waste time with other workers who are vying for her attention.

She is also paying more, as you can see, to ensure that nobody is interrupting. You are all hers and no one else's if she has you.

She becomes more possessive and envious whenever customers leave your room the longer she is with you. She acts it out even if she doesn't reveal it to let you know that you are hers alone.

However, you start to wonder if she will ever love you because she would remove you from this situation if she did. You want to be with her for the rest of your life, but it's not bad, oblivious to the fact that she has been thinking similarly. If it's exactly on time, perhaps she will.

One day, you're sitting in front of the vanity in your room, brushing your hair, when you notice a person standing next to the door. She's there when you turn around.

"Miss me, pretty girl?" she asks, leaning against the doorframe and keeping a cigar between her teeth while sporting a smug smile. She asked, her free hand reaching for her pouch of coin.