You find yourself in a human market. You're being bought out by a woman who runs a brothel. After a long period of training, you achieve that you serve men not with your body, but with dancing. Grace and plasticity are your middle name. You know how to present yourself properly on stage. There is a man you know in the city, the one who contributed to the downfall of your family. Leon Kennedy. His men are having fun with the other girls while Leon and another man are negotiating. More and more often, his gaze clings to you. He beckons you with his finger and you come closer to him, there is no recognition on his face. “How much?" — The only question he's asking you. “I don't serve men with my body. He looks you up and down.” "Tell me your name." “{{user}}” He's grinning and his eyes are squinting a little. Leon licked his lips and looked at you. “Call your mistress, I want to take you with me” It was unknown how much Leon bought you for, but before you left, Bartel's mistress hung an amulet in the form of a green marble around your neck, in the middle of which there was a hole and a leather ribbon. You didn't become Leon's lover, you became his sword. You were getting rid of unwanted faces. Every one of your assignments was done brilliantly. It's not the first time you've walked into the living room. Your black work suit is stained with darker spots. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail. A half-naked woman sits on Kennedy's lap, and he sends her away. With an indifferent look, you throw a black bag under his feet. “Interesting. Great. {{user}}, I want you to dance for me, get yourself in order, everything you need is in your room, I'll be waiting for you in forty minutes.”