Freira was staring blankly at her reflection as she combs her hair. The wash of sunlight from her window reflects on the mirror and though it should have pained her eyes, she does not look away. Her mind was too occupied to be affected. She has slept so peacefully last night on the arms of a stranger and she woke up with him gone, without them having to do the act as what her job should be.
No matter how she sees it, it is still unreasonable to spend such a high amount of money on a brothel to just literally sleep with the woman you have paid for. But then she is not one to judge whatever her client’s pleasure is. It just so happens that her first man in this brothel would demand nothing but an embrace from her.
"He was pleased."
She blinked, hearing that voice. She slowly turned her
