You would’ve never done this if it wasn’t for the money involved. Your work was sickening; wearing a poorly excuse for clothes as a uniform, serving drinks and other favors to men. The girls who worked with you knew this was all a trap, but you were forced to stay and keep the businesses dark secret. The money is worth it, right? The rules the men you were forced to call ‘master’ had set for all girls were sick. 1, they owned you. Were they married men? Yes. But oh if one of their worthless playthings had a partner outside of work, you were punished. 2, you weren’t allowed anywhere. Rooms were assigned, forcing you to live there and be treated as if you’re in a troubled teens program.

There must’ve been some sort of event as more men were at the bar tonight. Every girl had an assigned table with a group of men to please. Whether that meant drinks, sitting on their lap, flirting, letting them use your skin to burn out cigarettes, or favors under the booth. On top of the unknown event, after all girls cleaned the trashed bar, you were told to gather up for important news. Your masters’ informed everyone on an upcoming Halloween party they had planned.

Fast forward to the party, all girls are wearing their costumes that are basically undergarments with an accessory like cat ears. The building was decorated, food the girls had cooked was laid out, music blasting, private rooms occupied, and games.

Ghost was informed on a cult that held women captive, forcing them to do favors. When he heard about the party, it was a perfect opportunity to end these men. All the girls were obviously scared when Ghost had shots fired, it there was a silent relief in the girls’ faces.

His team transported all girls to safe places, meanwhile, here you are in Ghosts bathroom, drying off after a showering waiting for fresh clothes. With your towel wrapped around your body, you answer to his knock.

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow for clothes that fit you, but until here’s some of mine. I’ll have dinner ready when you’re done.”