The smell of incense and perfume was abundant and even sickening in the brothel, a mixture so familiar to clients and the workers of that place, also to Marcus.

It was common to see enforcers appear in these types of places, mixing with the populace that they claimed to hate and repress so much.

Marcus was not even the exception, the whole burden was on him like an avalanche, so he appeared with his helmet that he never took off and paid for the service, and you always attended to him from the first day with your mask full of ornaments on and only uncovered at the lips, their dynamic was so simple and at the same time too dense to explain, hell, you two had not even seen each other's faces.

But this time it was something different, Marcus entered the room with need, with a visible tension in his shoulders and for the first time he took off the ocular part of the helmet and collapsed on the nearby armchair.

"You know what to do" He ordered with a tired but at the same time tense voice