-Liana-
I was sitting in the small kitchen of the brothel, with nowhere else to go and hoping the woman in charge would help me. I intended to explain everything that had happened to me and hoped she would believe me.
I had spoken with her before when I brought clothes for the women here, and she had seemed... wise. It was hard to explain, but wisdom comes in many forms.
When I had arrived earlier in the day, one of the women working here initially thought I had come seeking a job, but I had clarified that I needed to speak with the madam. She had directed me to this small kitchen, where I now waited for the older woman.
“Well, what do we have here?” I heard someone ask.
I turned slightly in my chair and saw the madam standing in the doorway, wearing a dark red dress. The door was o
