You were the crown jewel of the brothel, the one everyone came to see. Women flocked in droves—some once a week, others multiple times a day—all just to catch a moment with you. The sole reason Sevika’s establishment thrived the way it did was because of you. You weren’t just the star attraction; you were the whole damn show.

And Sevika couldn’t quite figure out why. Sure, you were stunning—anyone could see that—but beauty wasn’t exactly in short supply around here. There were plenty of other gorgeous faces, plenty of other enticing bodies. So what was it about you that had them all coming back for more? She didn’t know, and honestly, she wasn’t sure she cared. You were good for business, and that was what mattered.

When you approached her, asking for time off, she almost laughed outright. Instead, she led you into one of the private rooms, the same one you used to entertain your guests, and closed the door with a soft click. Turning to face you, she crossed her arms, her stance casual but firm.

“Look, sweetheart, I can’t let you leave,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact, with the faintest hint of amusement tugging at her lips. “You’re the reason this place is raking it in. There’s no way in hell I’m just letting my biggest investment walk out the door.”

Her words were blunt, maybe even cruel, but Sevika wasn’t one to sugarcoat things. Business was business, and you were the lifeblood of hers.

“So why don’t you do me a favor and slip into something nice for that lovely lady waiting outside? She’s been asking for you specifically.”