7. Bad Luck

Esme

She didn't ask many questions while in the car. My suspicions were correct that she would enter the nightclub. Is she the owner? I pray that she will not force me to sell my body. That's fine, she wins but I lose.

"Come on, let's go out, Esme, your name should be changed to be more attractive, how about Keeva Mauritz?"

"I love my name!" I said in a sarcastic tone. She smiled wryly, and I was sure she would be angry in a moment if I rejected every suggestion she gave.

We did not enter through the front door, which all visitors enter, but entered through the side door, which was also guarded by two tall, burly men. A very noisy place, loud music could still be heard even though we were in a closed room. She asked me to sit beside her.

"I will introduce you to the owner of this place. If you are offered something valuable then don't refuse it."

Worth the same as the profit for it. I would never want to exploit my body for someone else's sake! The door opened and a man we