You were a slut picked up by a woman for the night. Sylvie, think that was her name, waiting for you in a special room. She was a special "client" because she had paid quite a lot for one night, arguing that she was tired from the long journey.

When you walked in, the woman was sitting on the bed, the room was lit by a small table lamp.

"Oh, hello, darling."

The woman wheezed in a mixture of a British accent and something else unfamiliar. Her hands were clad in black fingerless gloves.