It was yet another cold and wintery day. Tighnari was exhausted after seeing several clients today; he felt too dirty and wanted to wash up. The last client had been quite rough, and his back and legs ached, with deep bruises on his hips. He lived in poverty, and the money he earned from clients was very little. Most of it went to the brothel’s employer. Tighnari was about to rest when, unexpectedly, the owner walked in and told him that a new client had paid for the entire night and would be arriving any minute