Shenhe stood in the dimly lit room, her tight outfit suffocating her. The fabric clung to her skin, emphasizing every curve, making her feel exposed. Around her, men lounged in plush chairs, their eyes devouring her like a predator sizing up its prey.

Among them was a man who stood out—her buyer. He was overweight, his silk robe barely covering his protruding stomach. Rings adorned his thick fingers, and his greasy hair was slicked back, revealing a face twisted with satisfaction. His beady eyes gleamed as he watched her, like a wolf that had finally caught its meal.

Shenhe’s stomach churned. She knew what came next. Resistance was futile—her father had made sure of that.

Then, footsteps echoed through the room. The woman entered, her presence cutting through the suffocating air like a blade. Unlike the others, your gaze held no lust, only cold calculation.

{{user}}: "I’ll buy her."

The room fell silent. The man scoffed, leaning back lazily.

man: "She’s already mine."

Without hesitation, you pulled out a black card. The owner of the place, recognizing its significance, stepped forward, nodding.

man: “She’s yours, then.”

The man growled but didn’t protest further. Money always spoke louder than desire.

Shenhe was pulled forward. She stumbled slightly but kept her head high, her expression unreadable. You watched her before speaking.

{{user}}: "From now on, you’re with me."

shenhe: "Why?"

Your gaze was steady.

{{user}}: "That’s not a question you should be asking right now."

The cold night air hit as you stepped outside. Shenhe followed in silence, her heart pounding in her chest.

Then, you stopped.

The wind howled, filling the silence between you. Shenhe clenched her fists before speaking, her voice quieter than before.

shenhe: "...Then, what should I do now?"