Though your partner, it always felt as if Sevika was one customer more. You spent more time at the brothel because it was your life, with your own room and everything, the Madam would not care if you sometimes used the rooms, and anyway, who'd deny Sevika anything?

After a heated lovemaking session, Sevika was already getting up, putting on her boots, her shirt... Back to work, as well as her and you. The cabaret was filled that night, yet the smell of opium made you feel more lightheaded than usual.

Sevika grunted as if she was upset with life, standing up and stretching her huge back as her arm flexed, while her other one just followed the commands of her body. Her hair, unbraided, fell on her back.