Chapter 2

### At Madam Alora's Brothel

Lara stepped out of the bathroom after finishing her bath and walked into the room, where Janet was dressing in a skimpy pink gown that, when bent over, revealed her buttocks from behind.

“Are you going out tonight?” Lara asked.

“Yes! What does it look like I want to do, sleep?” Janet responded, laughing. Lara frowned and slowly walked to the exquisite bed, admiring the silk bedspread as she felt the urge to relax on it.

“That's your dress on the bed,” Janet said. “Madam asked me to lend you some of my clothes since you will be going out with me tonight.”

Lara frowned. “Going out where? I'm not going anywhere with you.”

Ignoring Lara, Janet stood in front of the wall mirror, applying her makeup.

“I don't have time to argue with you, Lara. Honestly, you nag a lot,” Janet remarked, frowning.

“You caused all of this. Even drinking garri in the village is better than coming here with you to the city and doing nonsense,” Lara replied.

Madam Alora walked towards Janet's room door, knocked, then pushed it open and entered the room. She saw Lara seated on the bed while Janet was already dressed in her short pink gown. Shifting her gaze to Lara, she asked, “Why are you still sitting on the bed? Stand up now and dress quickly.”

Lara frowned, stood up, and walked toward her tattered travel bag. She opened the zipper while Madam Alora watched her closely.

Madam Alora gasped as Lara pulled out a torn pant. “What’s the meaning of this nonsense?!”

Lara trembled in fright and stared back at Madam Alora. “Is it me? My pant?”

“Yes, you! Your pant! You cannot wear that torn pant and bra to go out. Jezz! You're going out with a prominent billionaire, not some cheap local client. Janet!”

“Yes, madam,” Janet replied.

“Give her one of your pants and make sure to buy new clothes and pants for her tomorrow,” Madam Alora instructed.

“Okay, madam,” Janet said.

Lara frowned, watching as Janet walked to her wardrobe and pulled open the door. Janet retrieved a pant that looked too transparent and tiny.

“What's this? I cannot wear this nonsense!” Lara gasped.

Madam Alora stared at Lara in disbelief, realizing that she had a lot of work to do to help Lara. For all her cuteness, her upbringing was far too evident.

“Shut your stinking mouth and put it on! Did you even brush your teeth before talking such nonsense? Look at the kind of pant you want to wear to meet my client.”

Madam Alora walked towards the bed, picked up the torn pant Lara had displayed with just two fingers, raised it, and exclaimed, “Look at this pant! Jezz! It even has holes and has been sewn up in several places. I cannot believe a young, beautiful lady like you would be comfortable wearing something like this! Hmm!”

Madam Alora sniffed the pant, threw it to the floor, and picked up the pant Janet had brought, raising it to showcase its quality.

“Look at the kind of pant that beautiful ladies like you should wear! Classic pants that will accentuate your curves, not some local, dirty rag,” she said.

Lara frowned, unimpressed with the beautiful pant in Madam Alora's hand, and replied, “What’s it to anyone else what my pant looks like? It’s under my clothes, anyway.”

“Enough! Now put this on,” Madam Alora commanded.

Lara frowned, reluctantly accepting the new pant from Madam Alora's hand. She turned around to put it on, but the pant hugged her tightly, accentuating her curves and failing to cover her buttocks properly.

“Now, this is what we call a pant,” Madam Alora said. “Janet, let me see the gown you've chosen for her. Will she need a bra with it?”

Janet walked to the bed, picked up the short red sexy gown she had selected for Lara, and handed it to Madam Alora.

“Perfect! Now put this on. You won't need to wear that torn bra either,” Madam Alora instructed.

Lara's frown deepened. She couldn't understand why she had to dress so provocatively just to meet a client. She refused to accept the red gown or wear it.

“Are you going to wear it or not? Or do you want me to call Jack? You saw my guards at the gate? I can have you thrown outside right now, and you can find your way back to the village tonight. I don't care,” Madam Alora threatened.

Lara frowned and finally took the red gown from Madam Alora’s hand and reluctantly put it on.

Feeling sad, she realized she had no other option but to wear the red gown. As she donned it, she mentally cursed Janet while noticing how the gown clung tightly to her body, accentuating her breasts.

“Perfect! Now you're good to go,” Madam Alora said. “Go brush your teeth and make sure to do it well, so you don’t irritate my client with bad breath. Janet, once you two are ready, please step out and meet me for dinner before you leave. You’re both going to Billionaire Mike Ernest’s new house. I’ve already contacted him and told him about Lara, so you should take her with you and ensure she comes back safely.”

“Okay, madam. But why didn’t Mike send his car?” Janet asked.

“You know Mike; he only wants to see you all for massages now. I guess you know what I mean. He’ll like Lara, and her payment will be triple,” Madam Alora replied.

“Okay, ma…”

As soon as Madam Alora left the room, Janet looked back at Lara, who was sobbing again. She walked up to Lara and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare touch me! So you want to take me to a man’s house, and you won't even lend me money to go back to the village?” Lara retorted.

Janet frowned and replied, “Look, Lara, he’s not just any guy. His father is a billionaire, and he’s the sole heir to Ernest Hotel and Suites, a luxury establishment. Their hotel is one of the biggest in the state, and he has other entertainment venues too. If you see him, you’ll like him. He’s a god on earth, dark-skinned, every woman's dream man. Oh my…”

“Shut up, Janet! I hate you! You’re no longer my friend from today onward. God! I can’t breathe in this tight red dress!”

“I’m sorry!” Janet said.

“Just leave me alone. Where’s the brush and toothpaste since your madam said I should brush my teeth? I wonder if I’ll even be close enough to the client for him to smell my breath before he speaks to me,” Lara frowned.

Janet smiled and walked to the bathroom, bringing out a clean white toothbrush. She put some paste on it and called for Lara to take it.

“Here it is, be quick,” Janet urged.

Lara walked to the bathroom and snatched the toothbrush from Janet’s hand angrily, then started brushing her sparkling white teeth. 

Lara had a natural set of glowing white teeth, regardless of whether she brushed them or not, and yet Madam Alora had insulted her, claiming she had bad breath.

Lara frowned, feeling a strong desire to deal with Madam Alora once she regained her freedom, as she wouldn’t be used to make money from men.

Finishing her brushing, Lara walked back into the room but didn’t see Janet there. 

She sighed and reflected on her life as she walked to the large wall mirror and stared at her beautiful reflection.

She was beautiful, cute, and everything a man would want in a woman. Lara blamed her mother for their suffering for accepting to marry an older man, knowing she wasn’t forced to do so.

Her mother knew her father already had a wife and kids, yet she fell for him, having an affair that resulted in her family chasing her away for choosing an older man. At that time, many eligible young men had been interested in her mother’s hand in marriage when she was still young and sparkling beautiful like Lara. However, her mother had rejected them all for the older man.

Lara wondered what her mother had seen in her father that made her marry a poor older man. 

Even though she was beautiful, she vowed to have nothing to do with any guy asking her out until she was of marrying age.

As she grew into adulthood, she still hadn’t taken any relationship seriously. All she wanted was an eligible bachelor to come for her hand in marriage instead of just a casual relationship. However, due to her mother’s reputation in the village, many women were hesitant to allow their sons to marry her for fear she might end up like her mother, leaving their son for an older man.