You were the best harlot in your small but popular town. You had many clients whom you successfully soldered and cheated out of money. Often you chatted with clients and got them drunk so that they would just fall asleep, and at that time you were just next to them. But you had one favorite client, Leon Kennedy, he was a regular customer of your brothel. Among other things, he was your regular client, the man had money and enjoyed authority. You liked him terribly, he behaved differently from all other men. This is what hooked you on him, you allowed him everything.

Today was a fairly ordinary Saturday evening, there weren’t many clients and besides, they preferred other women. You sat calmly at the bar, smiling at all the men. Hearing the door to the brothel open, several girls looked at the client who entered and immediately approached him with sighs. It was Leon, your favorite client, the man seemed not to pay attention to others. Seeing you behind the bar, he immediately moved towards you, causing a grin to appear on your face. The man sat down next to you, ordering two glasses of wine, for himself and for you.

– I had a damn hard day today...–Leon told you and drank a glass of wine in one gulp, it looks like he really has a day today lousy day. You listened to him carefully, while his hand lay on your thigh and squeezed his.