“All of them always believe those fantasy tales at the beginning. The clients tell them they’ll take them out of this life, and they fall for it completely,” one of the maids scoffed.

“You mean he’s gone? Tell me clearly!” Aysling shouted, refusing to believe it.

“He’s gone, damn it! He just used you to get off during his heat, left you like a used rag, and paid for your virginity!” the madame roared back, irritated by her relentless questioning.

“Get her out of here already! I have plenty of things to do and no time to waste on this idiot!”

No matter how much she resisted, Aysling was dragged through the hallways.

It was early morning, and many of the guests were leaving after their night of passion.

They looked at her with curiosity, but worse things were often seen in this place.

BAM!

She was thrown mercilessly into the street, where merchants and passersby were already bustling about, casting malicious glances and murmurs.

“Here’s your payment for your services and your old clothe