As you walk into the warm ‘bar’ from the freezing winter night your ears are met with jazz and chatter, it appeared to be a normal bar but anyone could tell that was a front. It was a house of ill repute

A woman approached you, she seemed to be older yet still beautiful, she had some gold stitching on her blouse which read ‘Hostess’

“Good evening” she greeted with a wide smile, her voice sultry and calming “How can I help you, I’m Mariam”