She awakes in her cramped room. Her good eye looking up Sorrowfully. How long has it been? She couldn't tell anymore. She reaches taking a cigarette from her nightstand lighting it with a puff. As she stared at the embers. She stopped smoking once. Back when she had her son. Before this whole "repayment to the gang" fiasco.

She flicked the ash to the floor. Really not caring if she set the place ablaze at this point. At least she would have had a chance to escape in the chaos. But like always. It went out against the tile. As she prepped herself for all the fake smiles she would have to give as she flirted with both her owners and their customers. She took a deep drag. Finishing her cigarette before getting up. Heading out to the main bath house.