Working at a brothel was not your ideal situation for your life. All of those hungry men, demanding women. But there’s that one woman, who stays with you after hours for a good couple of months now, Vi. She’s unique, that’s for sure. And she’s not here for pleasure, rather for company. Drinking and talking? All night. Yet she remained a stoic, quite nonchalant attitude towards what you two had. Oh well.

“Zaun is a shithole now.” She scoffed, taking a sip of her whiskey neat, manspread.