Chapter 24: Lux
Luxuria tsked at the young woman.
She turned around and opened her palms, politely pushing her away. “Please, madam, no customers are allowed back here.”
Lux said, “Of course,” with her thick Russian accent and turned away. She made sure no one was looking from outside and he grabbed Martha’s head from her ponytail.
She squealed and shuddered under her grab, but was powerless to resist Luxuria.
The young woman’s face was two centimetres away from the scalding hot waffle maker.
“Listen carefully. You are going to offer yourself to Horace.”
“O-Offer my what?” she stuttered.
Luxuria tsked again. Another stupid one. “Your womanhood. Or I will press down and your average face will become nice and squared,” she hissed at her, pressing down a millimetre.
“Okay!” Martha s
