BRIELLE’S POV
Brielle and the other ladies walked in a single file as the guards led them out of the dressing room and into a room full of men.
Looking around, Brielle noticed that the men appeared to be having a good time, and if she hadn't known that this was a slave trade ring, she would have mistaken it for a bar.
Brielle could see strippers dancing naked on top of some men who appeared to enjoy such vices, and she admired how daring and free the ladies were, shuddering at the thought of doing something like this.
But who was she to pass judgment? For all she knew, they could also be enslaved, forced to dance with these slimy-looking men to earn money or their freedom.
"Will you move forward?" One of the men leading them said to her, yelling, and she turned to face him, this ti
